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He retreated from the doorway but left it open. Dog rose and extended his hand. She took it and he pulled her up.
“Why did Cutter say it was good I was here?”
Dog glanced at the door and shrugged. “Maybe he just likes beautiful women around.”
There was something off about the way Dog said that, but she let it go.
They entered the clubhouse, and the charm of the narrow room took Charley’s breath away. The hardwood floors and ceiling gave the place an antique feel. A cast iron wood stove in a corner could heat the place in the winter.On the opposite wall, Cutter leaned against what must have been the ticketing counter at one time but now did duty as a bar, if the plethora of empty bottles and plastic cups lining it were any indication. And, she wasn’t sure, but she thought there were rolling hurricane shutters mounted over the windows. Curious, because they were in the mountains, and hurricanes were more of a beach threat.
The charm diminished sharply, though, when a stifling stench crinkled her nose. It was a combination of cigarettes, marijuana, and god help her, the musk of sex.
Dog grabbed a dog biscuit from a jar beside the door and tossed it to Ellie May, then guided Charley toward Cutter, passing a pool table that filled much of the area off to her left. Beyond it, the room ended with mismatched couches facing an enormous television mounted on the wall and a darkened hallway. A female voice emerged from the shadows down that way.
“Holy fuck, my head hurts.”
A young woman, probably in her early twenties with red hair that could only come from a bottle, rose from one of the sofas, hands holding both sides of her head. She stumbled around the back of the couch before grabbing the pool table. Charley’s hand slipped from Dog’s, and she stopped dead in her tracks when she realized the woman was only wearing a thong. Charley tried to turn away, but the woman’s pendulous breasts wouldn’t release her gaze.
“Jesus. Why didn’t somebody stop me last night?” the woman said with a groan.
Cutter chuckled behind her. “Nobody can stop you once you get going. And it wasn’t even a party. Just a regular Friday night.”
Charley’s face got hot, but no one else seemed the least bit fazed that this woman was all but naked.
Another voice, this one male, called out from the same couch the woman had vacated. “Adele, get your ass back over here. I got something that needs handling.”
Adele straightened and took halting steps around the pool table. “Jack yourself off, Crank. I gotta pee and get some aspirin.”
She wobbled a few steps, then stopped in front of Charley. “Girlfriend, you never seen tits before?”
Charley snapped her gaze up to the woman’s. She was scowling, and Charley didn’t blame her. She’d been staring in what was the height of rudeness. But, no, she’d never seen breasts the size of hers before. At least, not in all their glory.
Adele glanced down at Charley’s chest. “Guess not.”
Charley gasped. “No, I—I’m sorry—”
Dog wrapped his arm around Charley’s waist, tucking her into his side. “Adele, be nice.”
Adele slithered—there was no other word for it—slitheredup to Dog and pressed those obscenely large mounds into his free arm. “Anything for you, Dog. Missed you last night. You’re always here before a fight. I was looking forward to helping you ease your tension.”
Dog squeezed Charley’s hip. “Made other plans.” He smiled at her in that predatory way that up until that moment had been sexy.
Easing his tension, was she? Before a fight?Whatfight?
Adele cupped her breasts and lifted them toward Dog. “Well, you change your mind, you know where to find me. Club did pay for these, after all. Might as well get your money’s worth.”
Dog tossed a glance Charley’s way and shook his head. “Now, that isn’t entirely accurate, and you know it. We pay you a salary for your duties around the clubhouse. How you choose to spend that money is up to you.”
She turned an evil grin toward Charley. “Didn’t get much attention around here when my chest looked like two raisins on an ironing board. Oh, the occasional pity fuck when a guy was too horny to find someone better. Took three tries to get these babies right, but now? I do all of them. And I meanallof them.”
The meaning of her emphasis was not lost on Charley, as Charley suspected Adele intended. But Charley wouldn’t be bested, not by someone as obvious as Adele was.
Charley pulled herself to her full height and slipped from Dog’s arm. “Well, I’m glad to hear the return on your investment was so high. Looks like you’ve found yourself a spectacular opportunity. I can’t think of a better use of your…” She stared pointedly at Adele’s chest. “Assets.”
Cutter snorted, and Adele narrowed her eyes. Charley knew she sounded bitchy, but she was having a hard time giving a f—well…what she suspected Adele was so good at.
Adele pressed up against Dog again. “When you get tired of her skinny ass, come by my room. Door’s always open.” She gave Charley a look that would slice through steel before she sauntered past the pool table.
A disembodied hand grabbed her arm as she passed. “If the door is always open, give a man a hand here, baby,” Crank said from his place on the couch.
