Natalie's POV
“Ma'am, Prez wants to see you in his office.”
I glanced at the prospect as I stepped out of the bathroom.
I'd just returned from walking behind the clubhouse.
Unfortunately, the late-August heat had driven me inside sooner than planned.
South Carolina apparently hadn't gotten the memo that September was approaching.
“Did he say what he wanted?”
“No, ma'am.”
“Of course he didn't.”
Three days.
It had been three days since Butcher and I slept together again.
Three days of that giant asshole avoiding me like I carried some contagious disease.
Now he wanted to see me?
Wonderful.
The prospect escorted me down the hallway.
As we approached Butcher's office, I heard a woman's moan.
Followed by a man's grunt.
You've got to be kidding me.
My stomach twisted.
Not be
