Page 12 of Sassy Pants

“Two doors to your left,” his husky voice booms behind me. “The generators are up and running so the lights and hot water should be operational.”

I nod and close the door behind me once I flip the light on. My pulse continues to race after the epic kiss we shared.

I make use of the toilet then get on with cleansing my face and brushing my teeth once I’ve washed my hands.

I swore I was done with men but when a man kisses you stupid like Stud did moments ago a girl finds herself changing her mind.

I go back to the room and attempt to put some distance between us. “Sit.” He orders me to the couch that takes up half the room. “Wanna look at that ankle.”

“It’s fine. Only a little stiff.”

“Then you won’t mind letting me look.” The moment his hand goes to my bare foot a tingle shoots up and down my spine. Sweet lord he has a magic touch. I guess I’m forever doomed to be attracted to bad boys.

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Downstairs there’s a lot more people around this morning including the chick Stud kicked out of his bed. I don’t miss the daggered stare she’s shooting at me as we enter the bar hand in hand. I can’t blame her, but he says she was a random hookup. I can’t fault him for it with the name Stud. I mean we aren’t together. He’s merely a guy who kisses like a freaking God who did me a favor.

“Another one bites the dust,” she sneers to her friend when we pass by their table.

“Cool it, Maxi,” he snaps at her. The bitchy woman visibly jerks as if his words whippedacross her face like a slap. “Gianna here is Chaser’s sister, and if I’m lucky she’s gonna be my woman so wipe that cunt look off your face and play nice or I’ll let Prez know you need cut loose.”

Holy shit. Did he actually say that to her in front of everyone? What the hell? His woman? What does that mean?

“Got it,” she huffs, and I observe the unshed tears burning in her eyes. That must’ve cut her deep, but I get the feeling she’s gone and caught feelings for a man who only sees her as an easy piece of ass and that has to suck.

Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt.

Stud keeps tugging me along, pulling me so quickly to the kitchen I don’t have time to take in the crowd starting to fill up the bar and tables.

“How many people live here?”

“There’s eight clubgirls and about fifteen brothers on any given night.”

“Clubgirls?”

“Whores like Maxi who hang around and take care of the members.” I stop at his words.

“Prostitutes?”

“Don’t look at me like that. They know what they signed on for and most of them enjoy it. Sometimes we get a girl take Maxi for example who thinks a brother will take her on as his Old Lady. And it happens. Rarely. No man wants to put his claim on a woman all his brothers has fucked, feel me?”

“You’re saying Chaser, my brother has fucked those women?” I think I’m going to be sick. Does Jelissa know any of this? And if she does, how does she put up with it?

“No. I’m saying that they know what they are getting. As far as what your brother doesthat’s between him and his dick.” Stud pulls me in close. “And before you go getting it in your head you’re gonna go running that smart mouth to his Old Lady don’t. Leave shit alone.”

“You aren’t the boss of me. If I wanna have words with my brother about his fucking some skank behind Jelissa’s back I will.”

“Babe. Shut up.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up. You shut up. And I’m not your babe.” I stab my finger into his chest. “Nor do I think I wanna be if you think it’s cool to fuck around on your Old Lady or whatever.”

“So you’ve thought about it.”

“No.”

“Liar.” He flicks the tip of my nose. “Yup totally fucking cute and mine.” Cupping my left ass cheek with his hand he pulls me flushagainst him, and the tent of his erection in his grey sweatpants presses against me.

“Let go of me.”

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