Free Starting Over (A Motorcycle Club BDSM Dark Romance) by Olivia Kobblestone Page A

knuckle head bikers. Hell. I’ve even heard some of them are in… a gang.
    “So, I wouldn’t be working for your boss?” she asked a little confused. She honestly thought they would be in an office together. “And what do you mean? A gang?”
    “No, well, yes, but not directly. You would be out at the bull riding facility. We have an office out there. The guy you are working for, Ryker, the cranky asshole, he would be your supervisor. As for gangs, well… I guess they go by a motorcycle club. Ryker isn’t part of it, at least that is what he says, he seems too mean and surly to actually hide if he was. Plus, I don’t think that Cynthia would let anyone actively work for her as a boss, you know, if they were involved in anything illegal. ”
    “Does he go through secretaries easily?” she asked. She didn’t want to get hired just to get fired. And the whole motorcycle guys thing, it kind of irked her. But asshole could come in every shape and size, and with any bank account.
    The man who she was running from had proved that. He didn’t even look the type.
    “Not recently. He had Lucy for close to five years, but honestly, I hear she is the exception.” Jenny stopped talking when she realized that she was scaring Tessa. She amended, “Look, it won’t be that bad. I just want to prepare you, because it isn’t going to be a sunshine and roses gig, but it is what is open, and it is guaranteed income. A good one too. The man is a real bear, but he is fair. Just, gruff. Let me know if you want something else, we can try, but this was the best I could do.”
    “No, this sounds good. Good pay, solid job. I can handle it.”
    She could handle anything.
    ***
    “You sure you don’t need more time? I bet Ryker can survive a few more days without anyone to help him. God knows he deserves it.” Jenny chuckled as she fussed about Tessa’s clothing. They were far too upscale to be working in a glorified barn, but when she took a bag of clothing with her, all she had was the designer clothes Damon bought for her. Even the jeans cost more than she would earn in a week.
    “Yes, Jenny. I’m going to be fine,” she half hissed, their sister-like bond back in place, nagging at each other.
    It felt good.
    “Oh, alright. If you are sure. You look great, I mean, casual enough, but really freaking great, be careful though, those men hit on anything with legs. Especially cute legs.”
    “Maybe you have that luck,” she acknowledged, Jenny’s body was perfect, especially compared to Tessa’s. She was a big boned girl, with a  good deal of curve. A flaw Damon was forever pointing out.
    “You’d be so damn pretty if you just fucking lost weight, Tessa. It’s a shame, really. Good thing I want you anyways.”
    She shuddered at the words echoing in her head. She touched her eye, the makeup Jenny brought was so professional, she couldn’t see any trace of trauma. It sure as hell beat staying indoors until it healed.
    “Whatever, your body is slammin’. Now go on, before I turn this car around and take you home.”
    Tessa stood just in time to get a slap on her ass as she pulled herself out of the car. She giggled and turned to swipe at her friends arm.
    It was like they were in college all over again.
    She walked up to the office building and stood there, just staring at the cracked doorway.
    Jenny took off in her car, probably anxious to get to her own job. Big breaths. She could do this. She knew she could. So why was it so damn hard?
    “What in the hell you standing’ there for?”
    The bark caused her to jump, her body leaping into the air as soon as the gruff voice came down on her.
    “Sorry, I-I, I’m the new assistant,” she spat out finally, walking into the doorway.
    “I know right well who you are, but that don’t mean you get to stand in my doorway, blockin’ it up.” He was handsomer, younger, than she thought he would be. The man Jenny described was old and curmudgeony, and that was not Ryker at all.