Free Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance by Aubrey St. Clair

as glowing of a recommendation as you can get.”
     
    “You
jerk!”
     
    “Excuse
me?” I lift my eyebrow again and her eyes widen as she remembers where she is
and who I am. At least, who I am today.
     
    “I’m
sorry, I just—”
     
    “Never
mind.” I wave my hand dismissively. I’ve made my point; I can’t blame an honest
reaction, and since when do I give a shit about insults? I prefer someone that
speaks their mind. “Look, everyone has their own side of a story, and we can
get to yours. I’m just letting you know that I spoke to him and I know he’s a
shit…” A flash from the other night pulls at my brain and everything clicks
into place. “He’s the guy from the bar, isn’t he? I thought his snooty voice
sounded familiar.”
     
    Evelyn
gusts out a breath and nods. She looks almost ashamed, but she keeps her head
up. “Yes. I thought you said you knew him?”
     
    “I
know of him. He has a reputation. But our paths haven’t crossed before.”
     
    “Well,
apparently, no one else sees through him like you do, because he’s done as he
promised. You’re the only company that’s called me back.”
     
    I
bark out a laugh, but the look she gives me tells me she doesn’t see the same
humor in the situation. “It’s because of his reputation, not necessarily his
lies, that they aren’t calling you back. They’re afraid of him. Of what he’ll
do to retaliate. That’s the difference. I’m not.”
     
    “Oh.”
Evelyn purses her lips for a moment before squeezing them forward as she
thinks. The movement reminds me of what it was like to kiss those lips.
     
    “So,
let me guess: you two were fucking, and you broke up. He probably cheated on
you. What happen, you catch him fucking his secretary or something?”
     
    A
darkness passes over her face so quickly I almost look out the window to see if
there’s an approaching storm.
     
    “We
weren’t just fucking . We’d been together for months. I had just moved
in.” There’s anger in her eyes, but I’m not sure whether it’s directed at me,
or him. She pauses for a minute, and then adds, “But the rest is right.”
     
    “Are
you shitting me? He was actually fucking his secretary?”
     
    “Not his secretary—she worked for the head of sales—but yes.”
     
    She’s
looking down now, likely embarrassed but I can’t help but bark out another
laugh. “What a fucking walking cliché that asshole is. What the hell were you
doing with a guy like that, anyway?”
     
    “You
mean as opposed to a guy like you?” she shoots back, the fire in her eyes
returning as she lifts her gaze up to meet mine. I struggle to keep a smile
from my face.
     
    “You
have no idea who I am.”
     
    “Yes,
I do. You’re Bash. A leather-wearing, motorcycle thug that apparently has a day
job working at an auto parts company.”
     
    “In
this office, you’re to call me Sebastian. Or Mr. Redding. Never Bash.” The tone
in my voice makes Evelyn jump, and she closes those beautiful lips down on
whatever else she was going to say. I might be pretty laid back about some
things, but not that. I’ve spent far too much time and energy keeping my lives
separate for her to come in and blow it.
     
    “Sit
down,” I say one more time. This time, she obeys. “Catherine brought you in
here, which means you’ve signed the NDA, right?”
     
    Evelyn
simply nods, and I wonder if I’ve scared her into silence. That gives me some
hope, since what I need from her most is her silence. About a lot of things. But
she’s here now, however complicated that is, and she already knows about the
MC. There’s no point in holding back the rest. She’s professional enough to
respect an NDA. I need an assistant, and she’s qualified. All I can do is
continue on with what I had planned and figure the rest of this shit out later.
I can’t waste all day on this. I still have to deal with the shit-storm that
the stolen truck has caused.
     
    “Fine.
Then, to answer your