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“Aren’t you full of high-class words?”
“What can I say? I took my field trips through Caesars Palace growing up,” he said. “Casinos aren’t all buffets, slots, and ass. You just gotta look.”
“That doesn’t answer my third question.”
“Bed?” he scoffed. “If I can crash on my damn bike, I’m pretty sure the sofa ain’t gonna be an issue.”
“And me?”
“Are you an option?” he said, moving toward her and pinning her to the counter. “My place is a tight fit, but with the right lubricant, I bet we could make it work.”
“Do you have a mode beyond tough ass and fuckboy?”
“Occasionally I play daddy, and every once in a while, a woman brings out the home training,” he said. “But somehow I doubt you’ll be the exception.”
A knock on the door had him spinning around and freeing her from his hold. He opened the door and leaned down, his hands holding on to the upper part of the doorframe as he did. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to see who was outside the door. The man filled the space fully.
“Aries sent me,” a man’s deep voice said. “Officers are being called in for a quick vote.”
Ice glanced over his shoulder to Bree, then back to the man. “Two minutes. My office, I suppose?”
“Yes.”
Ice closed the door and turned back to Bree. “I’ll be back.”
“You’re not leaving them or me alone in here?”
“They’re safer here than anywhere in Vegas,” he said. “Trust me, there are patrols you can’t even see. Besides, they’re passed the fuck out.”
“For now. What if they wake up to pee or something and are all alone?”
“I’m pretty sure we just shimmied two pairs of overnight underwear on them because nuclear war couldn’t wake them up.”
He had a point, but still—she was torn and didn’t want to be dumped with kids while he went joyriding with his besties.
With a hard whistle as he left, Ice walked out as if he didn’t have a care in the world, and another man approached with a patch that saidProspectwhere his had saidRoad Captain. The man stood just outside the door, and she glanced over to him.
“You’re standing guard?” she questioned, and the man nodded.
Bree hopped off the one step up into the trailer and stalked after Ice, calling his name, only to have him shake his head, then say something to the bouncer before walking into the Sin City Review. A few stragglers were hanging in the parking lot, none of which were wearing the heavy leather coat of the Sin City MC. A group of men in their thirties were passing a cover charge to the man at the door before being given access. She dug in the pouch of her hoodie as she approached, ready to beg to get past. The man didn’t seem the type to accept Tap to Pay.
“Auditions are on Tuesday at noon,” the man said as he shook hands with a guy who moved around her as if she didn’t exist.
“I’m not here to audition. I want to talk to Ice,” she said, and the man scanned her body.
“Yeah, he told me, ‘Let the hot chick following me know, auditions are on Tuesday at noon.’”
A scowl tightened her face as her eyes narrowed and sharpened her vision. “I’m not a fucking stripper.”
“Good,” the man said, turning his head to the side. “Because we don’t hire ‘fucking’ strippers. We’re aboveboard and have no idea how the girls earn their tips. Now if you don’t mind.”
He shooed her back as a group of men approached, each hitting his hand with bills to get past. A vision flashed in her mind, and she popped the back of her phone case off for her emergency cash. Five twenties had to be enough to get past the man, but she was starting with one.
“Excuse me,” she said, passing him the bill and walking past, only to be snatched by the back of her hoodie. Her mind whirled to the last time she’d been manhandled that way—then they’d used her damn ponytail to get her to comply. She slipped back to a moment when she felt weak, but the new Bree, the one unafraid, shoved past to confront the man who’d dared touch her.
“Ice said you’re not to come in,” he stated, shoving the bill back into her hand.
“Funny thing,” she said, plucking another bill from her pocket to double the fee and raising her voice to antagonize the onlookers. “I don’t give a good goddamn what Ice has to say. If I wanna see some pussy, I’m gonna see some damn pussy, and he really needs to get over the fact I made that girl come harder than he did.”
