Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(6)By: Chiah Wilder
The mechanic spun around, and Throttle’s eyes widened when he realized that the dude was a chick. “Uh… sorry, I thought you were the mechanic. Get the guy who’s fixing this bike to come here. I need to talk to him.”
She looked confused. “What? I’m fixin’ this bike. Is it yours?”
Fuck, I don’t have time for someone playin’ a joke on me. I bet Banger and Hawk are in on this. “Look, darlin’, I got something I gotta do, so I don’t have time to play this out. Be a nice little girl and bring the tech. Now.”
Her blue eyes flashed and she placed her hands on her hips, her chin jutted out. “I’m the tech, so fuckin’ deal with it. And I’m not ‘darling’ or ‘little girl.’ I’m Ms. Descourt. The bike will be ready tomorrow by five o’clock. I’m replacing the alternator. It took a while to get the part in.” She smirked. “You can close your mouth now.”
“You’re the fuckin’ mechanic who’s been working on the president of the Insurgents MC’s bike? I don’t think so.”
She laughed dryly. “I don’t remember asking you what you thought. I’m busy, so move it outta here. Hawk will call Banger and let him know.” She turned around and cranked up the radio, the hard rock beats reverberating off the walls.
Throttle narrowed his eyes, anger crawling over his skin. The bitch had a mouth on her, and she was pretending to be a mechanic. There was no fuckin’ way Hawk hired a chick to do a man’s job. No way the VP would have a chick with a wrench near any Harley. Throttle stormed over to Dwayne and motioned him to follow him back into the shop.
When the heavy metal door closed, Throttle said, “Who the hell is fuckin’ around on Banger’s bike? Man, aren’t you watching what the shit’s going on in the bays?”
Dwayne scrubbed his face with his fist. “Whoa, there. What the hell are you talkin’ about? I have a damn good mechanic fixing his bike.”
“You have a bitch fixin’ his Harley. What the fuck?”
Dwayne burst out laughing. “Is that what this is all about? Kimber’s a damn good mechanic. You know how picky Hawk is. He wouldn’t have hired her if he didn’t think she’d do a good job.”
“Hawk hired her? There’s no way I want her near my bike if it ever needs fixin’. What the hell do chicks know about fixin’ bikes?”
“Kimber’s better than some of the younger guys we have for the summer.”
Before he could answer, the metal door banged open and Kimber walked in, throwing a smile at Dwayne and a grimace at Throttle. She slid between the two men and walked up to the counter. “You got some cold bottled water, Patrick?” She propped her elbows on the counter and rested her chin on her hand.
“Yep.” The teenager bent down, then stood up and tossed a large plastic bottle at her.
She straightened up and caught it, then grinned at him, causing his cheeks to redden. “Thanks.” She unscrewed the top and took a long, deep drink. Throttle watched the way her shoulder-length black hair spilled out from her baseball cap. The tips of her hair were colored a bright pink. He hadn’t noticed how snug her blue coveralls were, especially around her small hips and firm ass. She glanced at him. “What the hell are you lookin’ at?”
Hot sparks rose in him. “Not you, that’s for fuckin’ sure.” He turned to Dwayne who had a goofy smile on his face, one Throttle wished he could smack off. “I’m outta here. I’ll tell Banger that his bike will be ready tomorrow.”
“It will.” Kimber wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Amid the grease on her fingers, a splash of neon purple filtered through. One of her arms was covered in colorful tats of flowers, butterflies, and crosses. It seemed the chicks always went for the frilly shit.
“I wasn’t talkin’ to you.”
“You should’ve been, since I’m the one working on the bike.” She tossed the empty bottle in the trashcan across the room, and, much to Throttle’s chagrin, it made it in. Smiling smugly, she brushed past him and went back to work behind the metal door.