Chapter One
Rix turned the wrench on his bike. It didn’t need fixing at all. His machine was in perfect working condition as it always was. No, what he was waiting for was the vision of his neighbor, Anna-Beth. The little brunette had been able to avoid him for the last three weeks, ever since they both moved in at the same time. She offered him one sweet smile, and then nothing.
Now, he wasn’t used to having to set up a little ploy to get any kind of pussy. After serving three years, he was on a limited probation period where he couldn’t be seen at the clubhouse, but that didn’t mean his boys couldn’t be with him. He also couldn’t be seen wearing his leather cut, which was fine. His boys knew how to handle shit.
Getting three years for good behavior on possession of a weapon just went to show what a damn good lawyer the club had. He paid for the best. Anyway, he’d learned when he was younger just what was required and there was always a loophole. He found said loophole and his boys could bring all their shit here, he just couldn’t go there. He wasn’t wearing a cut, nor was he riding with them. Everything was running smoothly. He even had this place in one of the nicest areas within an hour’s ride of his club. Families who would be perfect in a nice little magazine. They all had it made here.
Then, of course, there was his little accountant. He’d gotten her name on move-in day. His boys had gotten her checked out. Twenty-nine, single, never married, not even seeing anyone. A local accountant. She used to work in the city, but after a burglary, she’d wanted out, and within three months, she was living right next door to him.
Beautiful, long brown hair, and when she wore it down, it graced the curve of her back. It made him think of having the length wrapped around his fist while he showed her a good time.
As he ran his hand over the seat of his bike, he looked up, and sure enough, there she was. She owned a car she rarely used, often taking to walking. The suits she wore didn’t do her curves justice. He’d seen her out in the yard, pacing or even sunbathing. The last few days had been beautiful but not once had she worn a bikini. He’d love to see all those curves on display. She had nice, big, juicy tits, and he’d spent one too many days in the shower, working his cock, imagining those beauties right in front of his face. He wanted to suck on them so hard.
Again, he could have any club woman he wanted. There were a lot who’d gladly fuck him into oblivion, but his dick was set on the woman heading his way. In her hands was a large bag of groceries. A couple of the neighbors stopped her to say hi. She had a beautiful smile.
She made her way toward him, struggling to get her key out of her bag.
“Here, let me help.” He took the bag, which was fucking heavy.
“Oh, thank you,” she said.
He saw her cheeks go a nice shade of red. She opened the door and went to take the bag from her.
“Let me handle it. It feels like you picked up the whole shop.”
“Just a few things.”
He entered her home. Between the two houses, he was the one who owned the pool. The lady before him had said it was kind of a tradition to invite the neighbor around.
Where his place still had a couple of boxes, Anna-Beth’s was completely clean and neat. Not a single box in sight.
“Wow,” he said. “You really got the whole unpacking thing down.” He put her groceries on the counter.
She glanced around her home with a laugh. “I don’t like mess of any kind. I have to have order. It’s just the way that I am.” She put her bag down and removed her jacket. “Thank you so much for bringing this in for me.”
“It’s no trouble at all. I have my boys bring me stuff. In fact, do you like barbeque?” he asked.
“Barbeque food?”
“Yeah.”
“I do.”
“Great. I’m having a cookout tomorrow. Some of the boys are coming. You should come around. Wear a bikini. I’m going to get some use out of that pool.”
She looked down at her body. “No, I really shouldn’t impose like that. It wouldn’t be right.”
“How would you be imposing?” he asked. “I’m the one who asked you over. Come on, live dangerously.”
“I’ve got work to catch up on, and other stuff to do.”
She wasn’t looking at him and he knew a lie when he saw one.
“Too much work will kill you. You should never bring that shit home. Keep it in the office, and we’re neighbors. I don’t want us to get off to a bad start.”
“We’re not. I think we’re handling everything really well, don’t you think?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Beer, food, and water, that is what’s going to make our lives awesome. It will be fun. Just some fun. That’s all you need.” He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He wanted her close so he could tempt her.
She went to push some of her hair out of the way but it was already pulled back into a ponytail. She had such full, kissable lips.
“I promise this is all for us to have some fun. You deserve it. I’m thinking I need to hire you to put my shit into place,” he said.
She chuckled. “Okay. I’ll be there. What time?”
“Anytime you like.” He winked at her. “I will be waiting. If your sexy ass isn’t over at my place by nine, I’m coming to get it, Anna-Beth.”
“I don’t know your name,” she said. “How do you know mine?”
“I heard it. The guy who sold you this place. He called your name, and I put two and two together. It is your name, right?”
“Yes. I don’t suppose you’d tell me your name?” she asked.
“Rix.”
“Hi, Rix. It’s nice to finally meet you. Officially, that is.”
“Yeah.” He winked at her again. “It certainly is.”
****
The following day, Anna-Beth looked at the time as her workload just seemed to increase. Being new at the accounting firm, she wanted to make an impression, but her record spoke for itself.
Rix’s words followed her.
Her father had died doing his work and so had her mother. Being a workaholic ran in her family. She nibbled on her lip. She always took work home. That was what she enjoyed doing. Work, nothing else. Her life was focused solely on it.
The party, though.
Would Rix really do what he said? Come and get her? No man had ever forced her to have fun. It had been years since she went out and dated, or did anything with the opposite sex.
Would it be so wrong to want to?
The workload would be here tomorrow or Monday. She didn’t have to do everything now, did she?
Finally, at six, she decided to take her chances and logged out of her computer, getting to her feet. Nearly everyone had left and as she did, she thought about Rix. He was an interesting man. A biker. Someone from an MC. She didn’t know the name of his club, or who he was, but that didn’t matter. He’d been nice to her.
She stopped off at the liquor store on the way home, picking up a couple of packs of beer. She doubted it was enough and proceeded to make her way home. The walk was always long, but she liked it. Normally, it helped to clear her head of all the worries and stress of the day.
This was what she did. The same old patterns.