Bounty: Fury Riders MC by Zoey Parker Page B

Or if his arms were so strong? Of if the thought of him protecting me made me a little bit wet? I couldn’t let him get into my head. It wasn’t right.
     
    Back to the camera. I needed to get out of there, fast.
     
    I thought back to the idea of wedging something inside. I couldn’t pull the outer case apart far enough to un-jam the switch, and I couldn’t manage to push it open with my bare hands. I had to try something new.
     
    I looked around the desk for something to use and found a letter opener in one of the drawers. I took the rounded handle, which was just thin enough to slide in, and wedged it inside. Then I twisted it slightly. No use. I would need another pair of hands.
     
    As much as I hated doing it, I stuck my head outside the door. There was Vince, sitting by the bar, talking to a couple of the guys. One of them saw me, the big guy—Axel? He got Vince’s attention and nodded toward me. I thought I saw a bit of a smirk on his face, but it seemed good natured enough, so I let it go.
     
    “Could you come here for a minute? I need your hands.”
     
    Bad choice of words, and I knew it almost as soon as they left my mouth. I heard a lot of whistling and jeering when I slinked back into the office, my face flaming hot. When Vince came in, he was biting back a smile.
     
    “You needed my hands?” I looked at him sharply, and he laughed. He had tried, at least, to keep it inside. I had to give him credit for that.
     
    I showed him what I was trying to do, and he understood quickly. “So I’ll sorta pull the two sides apart, to give you room to slide the switch back.”
     
    “Exactly,” I said. The only problem was, the work required us to be very close to one another. He took the camera in his hands, placing it on the desk. I bent over, wedging the letter opener into the slot. He smelled incredible—aftershave, soap, leather. It was such a heady combination, I could hardly think straight.
     
    “Got it?” I asked, and I saw the front and back halves of the camera’s case pull slightly apart as his large hands made easy work of it. I turned the letter opener, forcing the switch back with a satisfying click. The memory card was there! I pressed it in, and it popped out at me.
     
    “We did it!” I looked up at him, and our faces were so close I stopped breathing for a second, and I took in the nearness of him. It felt like my heart stopped beating. All there was in the world was him. I thought I would drown in his eyes.
     
    His mouth was so close to mine. It wouldn’t take anything for me to lean toward him so slightly and brush my mouth against his. What then? What would we do? Maybe he would lay me out across the desk and take me here. Maybe we would sink to the floor, tearing each other’s clothes off. Maybe we would never come out of this room.
     
    I heard my heart thudding in my ears and wondered if he could hear it, too. So close. I felt his breath on my face…
     
    Then there was a crash from the bar, and a smattering of sarcastic applause. It was enough to stop the moment in its tracks. I pulled away, feeling a little woozy. Like I’d just woken up from a long nap. I took a deep, shaky breath.
     
    “Here you are,” I said, handing the card over. “Use it in good health.”
     
    He looked at it, so small in his hand. “Come on,” he said, pulling out the laptop he’d given me. “Let’s find out who we’re dealing with.”
     
    I balked. “Me? You’re sure you want me here when you look at those pictures?”
     
    “Why not?” He popped the memory card into the machine. “Don’t you want to know who’s been causing you all this trouble?”
     
    A grim smile came over my face. Trouble wasn’t even the word for it. “Yeah. I do.”
     

Chapter Ten
 
                                Vince

 
     
     
    Erica came around to my right side, leaning over as I clicked through to the memory card.
     
    “Thank God it made it through without breaking,”