The lunch rush at Sugar and Spice Café was always hectic, with lines out the door and a missing employee, the owner Kathryn Janowitz was behind the counter serving up lunch to awaiting customers. From cupcakes to sandwiches to soups and cakes Sugar and Spice Café had something for everyone. If you had a sweet tooth the Chocolate Addiction cupcake was the remedy or if you were looking for something savory the Friday Special was worth waiting all week for. But for Tig Trager the one thing he craved wasn't on the menu, he was more interested in the dark haired beauty that was behind the counter. Leaning against his bike he watched her lithe body rush around behind the counter. He waited till all customers had gone before he made his way into the café. She was bent over restocking the pastry case when he walked up to lean against the counter. Looking through the glass, Kat realized the would-be customer was actually just the Sons of Anarchy SSgt of Arms.

"What did I do to warrant your magnificent presence?" She asked, not even bothering to look up from the task at hand.

"Can't a guy just come to chat up the beautiful shop owner?"

"No. There is always a reason you come to visit."

"Just wanted to see ya, Kitten."

"Don't call me that."

She took the now empty tray and set it on the back counter, wiping her hands on her apron she stood up to look at him. Kat wasn't stupid, she see could the reason Tig had women falling over him. From the striking blue eyes to the toned body, the 48 year old was undeniably gorgeous and the fact that he was very well endowed just encouraged women more. Besides the fact that he bragged about his sexual prowess to anyone with ears, she had been witness to it firsthand. In the past she had fallen victim to wild and sin filled nights in his bed, as much as she hated to admit it. She hadn't had a relapse as she called them for six months, and she had a feeling that may be the reason for his visit. He was fifteen years her senior, a high ranking club member and involved in the type of environment she wished to keep her five year old daughter away from but that couldn't seem to stop Kat from permanently ending their sexual affair; no matter how many times she said she would.

"Whatever you say Doll."

Rolling her eyes, Kat started to clean up the counter as Tig's eyes locked on to her ass. "So you were going to tell me to what the reason is for your visit."

"I missed those perfect tits you got hidden under that shirt."

A normal woman would have blushed, but she had been the subjected to Tig's perverse comments for the past 18 years.

"Don't see them enough through the window?"

Tig remained quiet, with a smirk on his face.

"Don't think I don't notice the daily drive bys, I can hear that Dyna of yours coming from a mile away."

"Maybe if you and those knockers of yours showed up to the clubhouse more I wouldn't have to try and sneak a peek.

"That isn't happening. You know I'm not raising my daughter in that same environment as I was brought up in."

"We ain't that bad Kat. Hell, your father is first nine and you turned out fine. We're all crazy about that little girl; never let anything happen to her." Tig slipped behind the counter to wrap his hands around her waist, holding her tightly against him. "Plus, Gemma wouldn't mind watching her while her momma gets to have some fun."

He growled in her ear as he pressed his groin into her back showing her what fun she could have. Her body betrayed her mind, as slivers ran down her spine. His lips traced her neck before he sunk his teeth in. The hard bite shot electricity through her body causing a moan to slip though her lips. The pain was coupled with pleasure and his teasing tongue did nothing to help her waning resistance.

"Come on kitten; let's go back to my place."

His hot breathe on her ear was leaving her speechless. Tig held a power over her she could never explain or completely break. Their relationship was that of cat and mouse, and too often she found herself as the prey unable to escape his claws. She had been strong for six months, but her reserve strength seemed to be fleeting fast. With the small chime of the front door signaling that they were no longer alone, Kat was able to rip herself away from Tig's grasp. Although flustered she took a few deep breathes to calm herself before turning to face the front counter, while she shooed Tig to get out.

"Sorry I'm late." A tall blonde muttered as she rushed into the back.

Claire was her only full time employee and she was beginning to regret giving her that status. Claire was a gorgeous blonde bombshell, but that was about all she had going for her. Not the brightest crayon in the box, Kat had hired the young woman out of pity. Claire was great at her job, she could follow orders and keep up with the sometimes high paced environment, but Claire was also a croweater which meant she was often late or hung-over. Claire came out of the back whilst tying an apron around her waist, giving Kat her best attempts a puppy dog eyes.

"You got a better excuse other than you were at the club?" Kat asked a hand on her hip.

Claire felt like sinking into the ground, she may have been taller than her brunette boss but there was something about that woman that could get downright menacing; a trait that Claire figured Kat had picked up from Gemma Teller Morrow.

"No. Gemma had me running errands, got family dinner tonight."

"Hmpf. Guess, I'll have to have a chat with her about keeping my employees."

"Kat, you don't need to do that. I don't want to cause trouble."

"You need to stop being scared of that old bitch. I ain't stopping you from 'serving' the club. But it is not to interfere with your work here, is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Okay, since you missed the lunch rush, you can clean up after them."

Nodding her head, Claire grabbed a wet towel and got to cleaning up the café. Kat turned her attention back to Tig; she could see the huge smirk on his face.

"What?"

"Calling Gemma an old bitch now?"

Shrugging her shoulders she plucked a cupcake out of the case and took a bite out of it, before holding it out to Tig. He didn't need to think twice; reaching out and taking the rest of the cupcake.

"Gemma's got dinner going on tonight, says you better bring Jolene with you."

"She could have called."

"Knew you wouldn't answer."

He was right; she never picked up calls from Gemma or any club members. Her father Lenny Janowitz had been first nine and her blood uncle was Bobby Munson the club's treasurer, but she was determined to live separately from the club; as much as she could still living in Charming. Growing up she watched what the club could do to families, her mother had taken off and her father was now spending the rest of his life in Stockton. The father of her daughter had been a drunken mistake, but she was determined to raise her daughter the best she could on her own and without the clubs help. She wasn't heartless, her daughter Jolene knew her grandfather and family, she just didn't want her completely involved with them and around the lifestyle they led.

"Dinner's at 7. Be there by 6."

"Never said I was going."

"Kitten, we both if you don't show up Gemma will send me after ya."

"Might be worth the risk."

"If you want me to come storming into your house all you got to do is ask," Tig paused, to take a strand of Kat's hair and run in through his fingers. "No need to go pissing off the old bitch."

"Who says I want you storming in my house huh?"

"Don't have to say it, I can tell you've been aching for some Tigger."

Kat felt herself leaning into Tig, their mouths inches from each other.

"I thought I told you I was through with you."

"You can never get enough of this baby."