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I hesitate, having neither the time nor desire to get into it here, but if we’re gonna have a future, she’s gotta learn where my line is.
I glance at my watch. Rocky and Red are expectin’ me in another two hours so there isn’t much time to dick around with an argument.
“A john at the brothel beat the shit out of one of my girls and I gotta go explain to him the fuckin’ facts of life.” My voice is aggressive, pissed at him and not happy with Evanee for pushin’ me.
Her gorgeous eyes light up. “I’ve never been to a brothel before.”
“And you ain’t fuckin’ comin’ in,” I growl. “You come with me, but you wait outside until I’m done.”
“That’s fair,” she says with a sly smile.
I should’ve known better than to think she was gonna listen to me. When we get there, she climbs off the bike, removes her helmet and heads towards the building.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
She stops and waits for me to catch up. “As your date and your girl, I understand that you wouldn’t want me to see the seedy side of your life, but as an independent woman interested in the workings of this place of business, I am allowed to enter of my own free will.”
“It’s a whore house for men,” I exclaim, my patience running out.
“Really?” she says drily. “So you don’t entertain women?”
Through my pissiness, I get an image of her and one of the girls in bed with me, and my dick turns to steel. Still, I gotta draw the line. “I’m not fuckin’ sharing you. Man or woman. And if you think that’s negotiable, I’ll show you just how much it isn’t.”
She cups the side of my face. “I’m just interested in looking at the menu. You’re the only one for me.” She stops as she flicks her eyes past my shoulder, then back to mine. “I don’t share either, Trigger. Man or woman, so understand that when we wake up in the morning, the only two people in the bed will be us.”
“I can live with that,” I tell her, shelving my thoughts of a three-way. It wouldn’t work anyway. I don’t think my dick would perform for anyone but Evanee.
Short of tying her to my bike, I have no choice but to let her through the doors. I nod at the bouncers – two thugs with more brawn than brain. Their eyes follow Evanee as she walks past them.
“She’s a vet,” I growl, fully aware of how lame that sounds. “So fucking keep your eyes off her or I’ll cut them out.”
They nod gravely, but don’t take me seriously. I can’t cut the eyes out of every fucking guy that looks at Evanee. I see her ass as the door closes behind her and know what they’re thinking.It’s worth the risk.
Inside, it’s as serene as a high-class spa. That’s why Amara’s the best there is. It’s Saturday, our busiest night of the week and she’s not about to shut things down because a john got out of hand. It’s business as usual except Kit’s out of commission and the johns who booked her will have to take a different girl or go home and fuck their wives.
“Hey,” I say as I lean on the counter.
Amara’s a knock-out in her late 30s. Tall, slim, and leggy. Still active, though she only takes a couple of long-time johns who always ask for her. She frowns at me as her eyes stray to Evanee, who’s lookin’ around like it’s her first time at Disneyland. “She’s gorgeous but she won’t do as a replacement for Kit.”
I narrow my eyes at the implication. “Evanee’s my girl, not a hooker.”
She narrows her eyes back. “You brought your girl to the brothel? Jesus, Trigger, that’s over the top even for you.”
“Let’s not go there, Amara,” I say feeling defensive, but she’s not done.
“Since when do you have a girl, anyway?” She flicks her eyes to Evanee. “Yeah, I can see the allure, but is she enough to keep your dick in your pants around other women?” She pauses, then almost to herself, says, “Or maybe she doesn’t care, or likes to watch.” Her eyes light up. “Or participate.”
“Enough,” I tell her as I lightly swat the counter. “She’s none of that. We were on a date and got interrupted by your fuckin’ phone call.”
Amara laughs. “You’re kidding me. A date? You? Hell has frozen over.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” I tell her as we watch Evanee seat herself on the chaise, edging her curvy body between Cheetah and Valentine and elegantly crossing her legs. The three are talking like they’re long-lost friends. I’m not sure how I feel about her ease with people. Seems she doesn’t differentiate and I kind of like that, considering she comes from money.
“Where’re the johns who helped Kit out?”
“Back with their girls,” Amara says. “I’ve comped them for the night and the next time too.”
I nod my approval. “Good girl. Appreciate ya.”
