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She was hoping that with seeing Trey on a daily basis, the novelty obsession would wear off, but it had the opposite effect on her, especially after their last interaction. Dahlia obsessed for far too long about Trey’s order not to wear her uniform on the bus. She dissected the whole conversation in her mind. And then he touched me. True, he was shifting her out of the way, but the moment, their closeness…it felt intimate.
“How’s that going anyway?” Penny asked.
“Great,” she said. “Money’s fantastic.”
“It should be. They’re fucking loaded. By the way, that means your ass is buying the next round of beers.”
“I will.” Dahlia snickered. “You should see the money they bring in from the club.”
Penny scoffed.
“What?” Dahlia asked.
Penny sipped her beer, perusing the room, and remained silent.
Obviously, Dahlia was missing something, and strangely, Penny seemed to be avoiding a response. Dahlia stepped in front of her and raised her brows. “What, Pen?”
“Just—” Penny sighed, glancing over her shoulder. “Work your shifts, make your money, and stay away from them.”
It was a cryptic warning. Penny must have read the confusion on Dahlia’s face. Her friend smiled, though it seemed forced. “People like that? They’re not like us.”
People like what?
“You mean rich?”
There was a long stretch of silence before she answered.
“Yeah, I mean rich.” Penny stared back at her and then quickly shifted her gaze. “Wanna move up?”
Anywhere close to the cage was a dangerous spot for most women. The thrashing and outbursts had gotten her a black eye once before, and she wasn’t looking for history to repeat itself.
“No way. I like my face the way it is.”
Penny smirked, rising up on her toes.
“Oh look, your ex.” Penny snickered. “Incoming.”
Dahlia glanced over as Kyle approached, smiled, and waved.
“Is he still with Angie?” Dahlia mumbled.
“Yeah, and she’s currently giving you the death stare.” Penny laughed.
Oh hell!
“Giving up bikers for boxers?” Kyle asked, stopping a foot away from her.
Dahlia chuckled. “I like variety.”
Kyle laughed, moving closer, crowding her space. They had dated a lifetime ago. The first guy she’d ever slept with. It was good until it wasn’t. The relationship fizzled after eighteen months, as some do. It was Dahlia who had made the call to end it, much to Kyle’s disappointment. They’d kept in touch, and he’d made it known a few times that if she ever wanted to rekindle what they had, he was on board.
“You look good.” His gaze dropped down her body in a slow perusal as if he was taking in every inch.
Dahlia smiled, gesturing across the room. “So does your girlfriend.”
His cheeks pinkened, and she cocked her brow.
“Plenty of room in my section if you wanna come over and cheer.”
