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"Somehow, I doubt that."

Ten minutes later, I stare at myself in the floor-length mirror in London's bedroom. "Okay, I stand corrected."

"Told you," she smirks."

"Damn, Promise. You look fucking hot," Sadie declares with a big smile.

"We all look fucking hot," I tell them. And we do. Ruby is wearing a skintight red dress that ends a couple of inches above the knees with spaghetti straps. She looks nothing like the kindergarten teacher she is. The skirt complements her beautiful curly blonde hair and big blue eyes.

Then there's Sadie. She's my height with red hair, olive skin and green eyes. She is wearing a gold sequin short jumpsuit with black booties.

London is wearing a short wrap dress with a cinched belt at the waist, plunging neckline, and her black hair tied up in a high ponytail which makes her golden-brown eyes pop.

As for me, I'm in a black leather skirt that sits a few inches below my butt and my top is a black lace bustier that leaves my midriff bare and makes my breasts look fantastic. I don't have much up top but the bustier accentuates what I do have. I look good and I feel good. I haven't felt this great in a long time. London's idea for a girl's night is precisely what I need.

As the fourof us stroll up the sidewalk to the entrance of Twisted Throttle, I take in the bikes parked directly in front of the bar and turn to my best friend. "Is this a biker bar?"

London shrugs. "Bikers own it, but I wouldn't call it a biker bar. I've been here a couple of times and seen all walks of life come through, not just bikers."

I look at her wearily.

"Come on, Promise. You'll see. The place is pretty kick-ass and they have live music." London tugs on my arm, leading me inside. The moment I step through the open door, I take in the place. Off in the far corner of the bar is a small stage. On the stage is a man sitting on a stool, strumming a guitar while he sings. His voice is beautiful, raspy, and full of soul. I let my gaze drift around the bar, taking in all the people—some obvious bikers, but also some college-age kids and a few run of the mill regular folk.

"Look!" Sadie shouts over the music, pointing to a table on the other side of the bar room. "Let's grab that one."

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