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Isa inwardly kicked herself. Of course Doc would seek the comfort of one of the club nymphs. Itwasone of the free perks of the brotherhood.
“But he said—”
“Don’t believe what men say. Believe what they do.”
One of the nymphs hummed her agreement.
“I’ve never done relationships. I’m kind of lost,” Isa admitted.
“Can’t help you there, dollface. Those aren’t my specialty.” Dolly tossed another card to the middle of the table.
Isa sat in silence for a few minutes. The card game continued, as did the nymphs trying out new outfits. Part of her wanted to run and hide from the thoughts filtering in her mind. Another part of her craved information. She’d known from their first meeting that Doc would be the first man she’d sleep with. She just couldn’t convince him to sleep with her.
Ironic.
“How often does Doc…?” She stopped herself. She didn’t truly want to know. Instead, she wanted to learn. “Teach me how to seduce a man.”
Dolly leaned back in her chair, mild surprise registering on her face. “NowthatI can help you with.”
* * *
Isa stared at her reflection.Dolly and her nymphs set her up good. Her hair was curled but tousled to look natural. Smoky makeup lined her eyes, and a smidge of gloss made her lips shine. The rest of her makeup was spot-on and professionally applied.
Her gaze lowered to her clothes. The outfit was the only part she wasn’t sure about. Her clothes were usually comfortable over sexy.
Not today.
The V-cut blue blouse brought out the gray in her eyes and also gave plenty attention to her breasts. The lace push-up bra also helped define her “best asset,” according to one of the nymphs. The jeans were more her style. The dark denim hugged her curves in the best ways and hid the lacy panties underneath.
Dolly insisted she get the proper nymph treatment, including utilizing the spa and waxing station in the basement. Isa was suddenly very self-conscious of hair missing over her body. She wasn’t a prude, but anything having to do with sex was off-limits growing up in a Catholic home.
Blowing out a noisy breath, she turned to the side. Her shirt had a matching V in the back as well. It stopped just above her bra but hinted at what lay beneath it.
She snapped a selfie and sent it to Orla. Doing the time calculations, she figured Niall and Orla were prepping for bed after working in the shop all day. Her phone buzzed with a received message.
Orla: Hot damn! Who you looking so sexy for? That biker of yours?
She giggled and bit her lip before typing a response.
Isa: He’s not mine yet.
An email came through and threatened to spoil her evening.
Blocked: We’re closing in, Isa. Are you ready for us?
Swallowing the fear the message was meant to bring, she shut down her phone. She was safe within Macha’s lodge. They’d walked her through the security herself. Nothing bad would happen while Doc was around. It was the one reassurance she clung to.
The clock on the wall struck six in the evening. It was dinnertime, and she was ready to face Macha’s bikers. Her stomach pitched at the thought that she wasn’t trying to impress anyone but Doc. His reaction to her would tell her everything she needed to know going forward.
Here goes nothing.
19
Doc
After workingoutside with Brewer and Hawk, Doc was ready to do absolutely nothing the rest of the night. It wouldn’t happen, but he could wish for it.
He hurried with a shower once Queenie rang the dinner bell, anxious to see Isa again and find out what she’d done with her day. It killed him not to be around her, but she was safe within the compound. No one could get in or out without a dozen club members seeing it. That offered him a little reassurance.
