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“Cradle snatching, are we?” he smirks. Trish grins at him, flipping him off.
“Oh, I don’t fuck him,” Trish replies cheerfully. “He just gives me the eating out of my life.”
She flicks her tongue in our direction as Lisa giggles, covering her mouth with her hand.
Trish ducks behind the bar, dragging her wine glass and starting to pull beers. That’s…interesting.
“If he’s got Trish’s approval, he’s halfway to prospecting already,” Palmer drawls.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure he’s already got one foot in the door with the Shaws,” I reply, draining my whiskey and indicating to Rattler for another. “He was running around doing errands for Lena last week.”
Aric Shaw’s wife is about to pop out their second kid. Like when she was pregnant with their son Ethan, the VP has gone into full protective mode over his wife. I’m pretty sure the woman can’t take a piss without him watching her.
Turning my eyes away from the bar, I snatch up my whiskey and look back across at the tourists. Specifically the little ballerina pixie. She’s finished her beer now, pointing and giving advice to her friend. Palmer’s eyes follow mine, and he smirks.
“Gonna give the tourists a hell of a night?”
Chuckling, I clap him on the shoulder, dropping a kiss on Lisa’s cheek. My eyes drink in the ballerina pixie’s legs.
“That won’t be a hardship,” I drawl. Waving at them over my shoulder, I stride across the room, beelining for the pool tables.
By the time I get there, her friend in the yellow dress is standing beside her, watching Bullseye hungrily as he bends over the table and takes a shot.
“Ladies,” I drawl. They both giggle up at me. Yeah. This is going to be fun.
SHELLEY
Sophie’s eyes dance over the new biker, shining as they land on me. She waggles her eyebrows and giggles, dancing back over to her blonde biker. Sophie has a thing for blondes. Hugh Sharpely has golden curls.
This biker is definitely not blonde. He is the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. His cropped hair is almost as dark as mine, and he definitely has some Italian heritage, with his tanned skin and glittering, dark eyes.
His arm drops around my shoulders as he turns his attention to the pool table, but I keep looking up at him. I like his scruffy stubble. I’m so sick of only seeing clean-shaven faces day in, day out. He’s older than the other two bikers we’ve been hanging out with. I can see it around his eyes. Maybe he’d be around thirty or so.
He is big, brawny, sexy, and so the biker I want to fuck to fulfill Sophie’s dare. I’m going to win this one.
“I haven’t seen you ladies here before,” he drawls, still watching Bullseye and Justice shooting pool. Sophie and Lana are mainly giggling and flirting now, having given up their pretense of playing.
“First-timers,” I grin up at him. “Thirstyfirst-timers.”
I hold up my empty beer glass, and he smirks down at me, his eyes trailing over my face. I can feel their intense heat in my panties. God, he’s so yummy.
“Bullseye,” he grunts, still locking eyes with me. “The ladies need a top-up.”
I’m expecting Sophie’s blonde biker to laugh or protest, but he grins, collecting our glasses and disappearing. Sophie stares after him in surprise.
“I want one,” she bleats as Lana and Justice laugh. My biker’s eyebrows raise as he turns to look at her.
“He’s getting you another drink, sweetheart,” he promises. Sophie turns to him, frowning and shaking her head. Giggling, I poke my biker in the side – the hard, muscled side – drawing his attention back to me.
“She’s not talking about a drink. She wants a biker to do exactly what she tells him to.”
My biker snorts, grinning down at me. “I hate to break it to your friend, but Bullseye doesn’t take orders from the ladies. He gives them.”
“I’d be okay with that,” Sophie calls over.
Bullseye returns, grinning as he hands around the drinks, dropping his arm around Sophie’s shoulder again. She giggles up at him, whispering something in his ear. Whatever it is has his eyebrows shooting up, a grin crossing his face.
“Why does he do what you tell him to?”
