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“What do you wear to work?” I ask her, frowning at her tight black top, barely containing her tits and showing off her ruby red navel piercing. She’s paired it with the shortest denim booty shorts known to man. You can’t tell me this is what she wears to work at City Hall.
“Slacks, a blouse, and a tailored jacket,” she admits with a simper. “I like this outfit better.”
“I bet you do.”
Hooking my hand under her thigh, her excited look quickly turns to a pout as I tip her off my lap. She manages to catch herself before she hits the floor.
“Not happening tonight,” I grunt. Dusting her hands, Dahlia glares at me, rolling her eyes.
“I swear it’sneverhappening with you these days, Merch,” she mutters, stomping away. Viper grins at her, waving her over and dropping his arms around her shoulders. He’s welcome to her. I’m fucking spent.
There’s a snort from the couch to my left, and I glance over, saluting Fangs with my whiskey. He returns the gesture with his own glass, nodding across the room to Dahlia, who is now making out with Viper.
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to piss them off, and they’ll all go on strike against you.”
Shrugging, I take a sip of my whiskey. No skin off my cock. I have sex on tap. Well, on text. Why the fuck would it bother me if I don’t have groupie pussy for a while?
Chapter 14
SHELLEY
I stare at the burgundy silk dress hanging from my closet with pursed lips. Mom picked it out. It comes down to my knees, has sleeves to my elbows, and loosely caresses my body with a rounded neckline to show off my collarbones.
It’s a Michelle dress through and through. Of course it’s a Michelle dress. I wouldn’t be wearing anything else tonight. God, could you imagine? It’s not like I’m going to have dinner with Merch.
Merch and I don’t eat together. We don’t go out together. I’ve been his booty call for almost two months, and it’s a fairly simple arrangement. He texts. We meet up, screw, and leave, going our separate ways. It’s been fun. Alotof fun. But that’s all. Just fun.
I do eat with Lisa sometimes. Occasionally at the diner, but mostly in her apartment on Saturday nights. It’s mostly the two of us, but sometimes Palmer is there when I arrive or before I leave.
I like seeing the two of them together. That big, burly, criminal biker treats Lisa like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen. I want someone to treat me like that.
Which is why I’m not going to dinner at Lisa’s apartment tonight. I’m standing in my bedroom in Pinedale, getting ready for a date with Alex Greer.
I don’t know if Alex Greer will be my forever person. I don’t know if he will treat me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen. I just know that he is someone I can introduce to my parents. And hey, at least he asked me out for a meal.
Alex isn’t one of the Wolf Pack. He’s nice, and his parents are friends with mine, so Mom is over the moon. He asked me at Sophie’s wedding last weekend. I was drunk and sad, and I said yes. Tonight might be awful, or it might be great, but I can’t believe I’m going on a date with someone mymomapproves of. Who even am I anymore?
The burgundy dress slides over my skin, falling to my knees, and I slip my feet into my black satin pumps and collect my purse. The woman staring back at me in the mirror has pink cheeks and a sleek updo. Oh, hey, Michelle.
Blowing out a breath, I walk slowly down the stairs to where Mom is waiting for me.
“You look beautiful, darling,” she sighs, brushing a stray hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. “I’m so glad you decided to say yes to Alex. He’s such a wonderful young man.”
I hear what she doesn’t say. That she’s glad Sophie getting married finally shoved me off the cliff into a free fall, right into Country Club Central. She’s hoping that by the time I manage to get back up and dust myself off, I’ll be fully immersed and unable to extricate myself.
She’s hoping I’ll be like Sophie – reformed and married by next winter. Well, the joke is on her. I have no intention of ever living in LA. The beach is nice, but it has got nothing on the desert.
The doorbell rings and Mom squeezes my hands, throwing me a pointed look as she hurries to answer it.
“Mrs. Hunter.” Alex is standing in a suit, his curly brown hair tamed neatly, brushed back off his face.
“Alex, how lovely to see you. Michelle is just coming now.”That’s my cue. Taking a deep breath, I step into view. Alex’s eyes dip to take in my outfit, returning to my face and holding there, a smile playing across his lips. When I come to a halt in front of him, he places a hand on my upper arm, leaning in to air kiss my cheeks. Gah. Awful way to start a date, amiright?
“You look lovely, Michelle.”
I fight the urge to wrinkle my nose. Lovely? Merch’s words float through my mind from the first time he saw me looking like this.Michelle looks good. Butterflies swarm in my tummy, but I shove the thought of Merch aside. That’s a booty call. This is a date. Big difference. Also, my mom is standingright here. Maybe Alex will loosen up a bit when we get to the restaurant.
We step out into the crisp November night air, and Mom waves us off, beaming, and it feels a little like leaving for prom. Alex holds the door of his Porsche open as I slide in. When he gets into the driver's seat, he glances across at me with a small smile.
