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."I don’t know—"With one hand Lance fisted her beautiful silken hair and with the other, he gripped her mouth shut."I think you know what I am talking about.Jason Larson? Marty told me all about how you two had a nice long chat at the gym.You’re going to pack up shop and quit that place first thing tomorrow, do you understand me?"She couldn’t even think.She was choking on her fear and he shook her, physically until she was in terror that she was going to suffocate."Do you understand me?"Sharon wheezed.She gripped her throat and retreated to a place in her mind, calmly, so as to relax the constriction that had her gasping for air.She struggled, but she drew in through her nose and eventually her breathing stabilized.Once she was calm, she sobbed."Enough," he said.Her phone rang and he answered it."Hi Polly what’s up?" When Sharon heard her name, her crying escalated.Lance covered her phone."I will give you something to cry about in a moment.Would you like that?" She rolled her eyes, wondering how she got to where she was.She quieted."That’s better." Lance and Polly talked some."I am going to pick up your friend.It seems you left her to fend for herself.I will be taking this with me," he said, indicating her phone."Maybe that way you won’t be tempted to talk to your ex."Without even knowing she was going to, she blurted."I am tempted right now!"Lance pressed his face to hers, pressing her into the bedding to the point where once again she could not breathe easily."I have never put my hands on a woman.This was the closest I have ever come.Do not make me change my track record.I will check on you tomorrow.When you come to your senses and we both cool down, you can have your phone back.Be good," he admonished, and kissed her on the forehead.CHAPTER FIVEQuit? thought Sharon.Maybe she would do just that.She wouldn't even go into Ink's, but Lance taking her phone meant that she would have to go there to cancel appointments for the day.She would re-route them to her place for the time being; Lance couldn't take that away from her.Her business was portable.She could do therapeutic massage and individual training anywhere.In fact, Sharon brainstormed that she could develop clientele among the wealthier population of the beach community.She did alright at the moment because she kept it simple.Sometimes when she and Polly took a jog through what they called the "wallet neighborhoods," (people who could buy and sell the world ten times over) they had a running joke that if they got a little plastic surgery here and there to look like Barbie dolls, they could retire on their backs.Polly always told her, "Man, Sharon, not that I am into chicks, but if I were as good-looking as you, I would score some rich guy and never look back."Wouldn’t be so bad.Sharon wouldn’t mind selling out a little, massaging the occupations of the wealthy from their shoulders in exchange for a sweeter life.Money could replace the men in her life for sure.She took a long drive through the wallet estates before she went into Ink's to quit.She whirred by the mansions, the compounds, the estates, and thought—why not? She could feel her heart icing over.She was done.Through with being emotional, with men.She would quit work and then she would quit Lance Sanchez.Except that she worked really hard to put herself through school and for the last few years, the best part of her day was contained in the gym.She really loved it.Sharon pulled into Ink's.Jason's Harley was parked up front.Her plan was to sneak in the side, get in a workout and a steam, and then quit.She was hoping that Jason would be locked away in his new office and that the two of them would miss each other completely until she was ready to let him know she wouldn't be coming back.She stowed her bags and went right for a bench where she did some presses to work the stress out of her shoulders.She braced against the surface to bent-over rows.This was a provocative position, she knew.It forced her to flex her triceps and her buttocks, flatten her back, draw in her abs.She was pumping with the heaviest weights she could manage when she felt a warm hand on her back.She knew from the electric surge that went throughout her Lycra-clad body that it was Jason.She rose slowly from the canted position that showcased her full breasts out her neckline via the front view and her firm full buttocks at the other end.He straddled the bench she was working from so her rump was all but in his face."Sit," he said softly.As she straightened, his large flat hand danced across her torso.Sharon spooned into the space between his legs, with her back curling into all of his chest.His cheek was next to hers.They were as intimate as they had been when he was telling her goodbye for ten years.It felt so perfect, so right.He was quiet and she had the strong sense he was looking her over.He traced the line of her face.Sharon flinched at the smart of pain."What happened here?" he demanded quietly.What good would it do to tell him that Lance roughed her up? Jason had just gotten out of prison.If he got in a fight with Lance he could go right back."I slipped in the shower," she said but she was an awful liar.Jason clicked his tongue.Something about the sound made Sharon vulnerably hot."No, no, no.Don't even try that.Make it easy for all concerned, and just tell me the truth.""You have to promise—" she began.She did not want to start an all-out war between two motorcycle club chiefs."When I left you at the beach yesterday, your face was clear.And this morning, you don't walk in through the front door.You're out here instead of getting ready for your first appointment," His fingers traced the neckline of her workout tee.Her nipples were hard instantly.He found them as quickly, covertly tracing his fingertips over them through the fabric before embracing her with his powerful arms."Did you think I wouldn't notice?" His voice was soft as silk; warm and comforting.Sharon raised her hand to his and touched him gently."I will tell you the truth but only if you promise not to do anything about it.I am going to handle it.""I won't like doing it that way but you have my word," he said."He knows you're back and that you and I have seen each other.He basically wanted to make sure I knew who I belonged to.He took my phone.I have no idea if my clients have called or not.I have no idea what my schedule is like today.""I see.Well word is bound to get around, especially since I have—or had—one of his guys as a shift manager.And does he usually handle you this way?" Jason asked her."Has this happened before?""No.This was the first time." Sharon reeled.She couldn't believe she was having a discussion about whether not her boyfriend hit her on a regular basis."He told me I had to quit here since you own the place.""Do you want to quit? I've checked out the files.You have quiet the business going and people depend on you.Do you want to up-end that?""No," she rasped.Her body relaxed completely against his.She was, in effect, giving over to him.She was completely ensconced in his protective hold.His warm, powerful hand drifted to the soft inner flesh of thigh.Sharon was this shy of inviting him into the locker room with her when Marty showed."Sorry to interrupt, but Lance just stopped by to drop off your phone," said Marty before retreated back to the reception area."Oh my goodness," Jason whispered."He didn't even come in and face you.""It's okay for now [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]