Free Property of The Saints MC: BBW and Biker Romance by Cora Hart Page A

smell the whiskey on his breath, and his eyes were on fire.  He took a step forward.  He was just inches from me.
     
     
    "Baby, I know for a stone cold fact that you ain't supposed to be here."  A smile crept on his face.  It was a merciless, mean smile.  "Now, you tell me what the fuck you think you're doing with that camera."  He leaned forward, and I stammered, but no words came out this time.
     
     
    "Down boy, down boy."  A hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him backwards.  The old man turned around, revealing a handsome younger man dressed in almost the same outfit.  Under the vest, he wore a Rolling Stones t-shirt.  The young man had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
     
     
    "She ain't supposed to be here, Axel."  The old man's anger was still there, but it seemed like he answered to the man he called Axel.
     
     
    Axel was tall and clean shaven.  The t-shirt couldn't hide his large biceps and broad chest or the tattoos that curved all the way down his arms.  His dark hair was spiked up.  Axel looked over to me and gave a smile that reassured me.  When he gave me a quick wink, my heart jumped.
     
     
    Axel looked up at the hulking man, "Yes, Dawg, she is supposed to be here.  She's with that magazine.  We voted on it at the last meeting, or were you passed out behind the bar?"
     
     
    The large man, Dawg, took a step back and seemed to calm down, "I wasn't passed out.  I was tired from the night before.  Ah, what the fuck ever."  The large older man turned around without giving me another look.  He lifted up the gate to get behind the bar and let it slam back down.
     
     
    I turned back to Axel who had bent down to pick up the lens I had dropped.  He stood up, and I finally managed to find my voice, "Thanks."
     
     
    He grabbed a chair and set it next to me, then pulled himself one.  He laughed, "His bark is worse than his bite, pardon the pun.  Dawg was demoted to bartender after an unfortunate...accident a few months back, so he's sort of hating on the world right now."
     
     
    "Oh."  It was all I could manage.  I felt like I was in over my head. 
     
    Just as I was thinking about how completely out of the loop I was, Axel eased my mind. "I'm sure this is a strange world for you to walk into."  He sat down in the chair backwards, leaning forward and crossing his arms on the back of the chair.  "I'm Axel, by the way.  You must be Claire."
     
     
    I finally felt my heart rate begin to drop.  I gave Dawg one more look.  He was wiping the bar, but looking over his shoulder at the TV behind him, laughing with his gravel voice at a dog food commercial.
     
     
    "Yeah, I called earlier, but no one answered."  I looked back to Axel.  I caught him giving me the once over.  He was quick, but not quick enough.  I saw him look up from my chest.  I couldn't help but smile just slightly.  I didn't exactly want to fall into the stereotype, but bikers did have a thing for curvy women.
     
     
    There was no look of shame on his face, "Sorry 'bout that, but we were out on some business.  You arranged this story with Snake, right?"
     
     
    I laughed, then quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, but he told me his name was Chester."
     
     
    Axel leaned in close, "Don't let anyone hear you say that.  He only uses that name when he's trying to charm a woman.  Snake's the president, I'm Vice, and Barcrawl was the third guy you were gonna talk to."
     
     
    "Barcrawl, oh my god."  I laughed.
     
     
    "New recruit.  You don't want to know how he earned that nickname."  Axel was very charming, and I could easily picture him with a suit and tie on.  Instead of spiked hair, he could have slicked it back and passed as a business man.  Maybe it was the adrenalin still coursing through my veins, but I thought Axel was really attractive.
     
     
    I scooted my chair closer to him, "So, when do I get to interview you?"  I was shamelessly flirting with him.  I had nothing to lose.