CHAPTER 6
RED
One kiss. Just one kiss.
That’s all I have to do to get a priceless Roxxy Roxx album.
I’m a grown woman. I can handle one kiss.
I take a deep breath and lift the server station, and then . . .
I’m standing in front of the weirdly magnetic biker. Be cool, be cool, be cool. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.
“Hey,” he greets, his voice low, like were two past people who just happened to find themselves standing face-to-face in front of the same bar.
“Hey,” I say back, swallowing hard.
Allie warned me so often about not being caught without a tray on this side of the bar. I glance all around. It feels like I’ve wandered into a foreign country.
Looking beyond Griff is a bad idea, though. Everybody’s staring at me. Bikers are as rowdy as rowdy can be, but
