Grace’s POV
“Relax!” Prez said gently and took the beer out of my hand. “They’re already dead, it’s not like you can bring them back.”
“Easy for you to say!” I exclaimed, my arms flailing widely as he closed the computer. “Someone, where I work, is killing people to get to their organs! That’s like a horror movie level of terrifying! No! Scratch that! It’s the worst slasher plot I’ve ever heard!”
And what does the hot biker do? He laughed! A laugh that sounded sexy as f**k and had my core warming up like molten lava…
“What’s so funny?!” I snapped, ignoring what his smile and body did to my insides.
“You are,” he replied – and didn’t even sound the least bit sorry about it. “You’re cute when you freak out. And hot when you’re angry…”
His eyes raked over my body and--- s**t did that ma
