Wolf cursed and slammed his cell on the coffee table. The redhead on his lap jumped.
“Something wrong?” she asked tentatively.
“Yeah.” With no effort at all, he lifted her off his d**k, set her down on the sofa next to him. “Play time’s over, baby. I gotta go.”
Right away, Alyssa pouted. “But we just got started.”
“Yeah, I know.” He was already on his feet, taking off the condom, zipping up his jeans. “But it’s work.”
“You’ll be back soon?”
“No. I’m leavin’ town. Take care now.”
Without another word, Wolf spun and left the room. He had the courtesy to shut the door so she could struggle back in to her minute panties and tiny skirt with some privacy, but his mind was already up in Fort Collins, at the Warriors MC clubhouse. He needed to have a face-to-face with their Prez and now… n
