Page 22 of Mile High With the Bikers
“Game if you are,” Opal replies with a naughty grin. “Gimme your phone number, Rory. We’ll have to invite you since you’re the inspiration.”
“S—sure…” I give her my number, but there’s a hollow feeling in my gut at the thought of being an outsider that gets invited into play sometimes, while these women will be here to make sure that the members, includingmine, are well taken care of.
“Listen, you obviously need someone to show you the ropes around here, and I volunteer.” Cherry pulls my hand closer, still holding on to it. “Me and Opal. We work really well together.”
Opal blows her a kiss.
I can only imagine they're big favorites with the bikers. I wonder if my guys have—no, I can't think like that. They're definitely experienced and I'm sure they've done a lot of things that I don't want to know about, but that's none of my business. I don't have a claim on them anyway.
“Poker?” Jasmine pulls out a deck of cards and starts to shuffle. “I hate when shit hits the fan. Leaves us hanging around back here instead of having fun. And I don't have to be at the Roost for another five hours. You don’t think we’ll still be under lockdown, do you? I need those tips.”
The girls glance back and forth between each other.
Opal finally breaks the silence. “Probably not, but who knows? Things have been pretty quiet lately. We’re kind of due a crisis. Deal me in.”
Jasmine looks at me.
I shake my head. “Pass.” I've had enough of poker for a good while.
“Do you need to freshen up or anything?” Cherry's finally let go of my hand. “There's showers here, and we have a couple rooms for us to crash in where the guys aren’t allowed. We only have water to drink, unfortunately. Usually we can get stuff from thekitchen or the bar, but we’re not supposed to wander when there might be fighting.”
“Thanks, but I'm good.”
“Oooh! How about a makeover?” Angel suggests, rubbing her hands together. “If you thought the boys couldn't keep their hands off you before, just wait until we get you looking like you're begging for it.”
She's so enthusiastic, I can't help but laugh. “Thanks again, but I don't think I'm quite ready for that.”
“She won't last,” grunts Jasmine, while she deals to those who decided to join. When I look up at her, she shrugs. “Nothing personal. You seem nice, and you’re obviously not a total prude, but you don't have the slut vibe.”
“Hey! I could totally be a slut! I just have a lot going on right now, that’s all.”
Cherry struggles not to laugh. “Of course you could.”
“It’s not a competition. Have your fun while it lasts and then get on with your life. You have a cool job with a sexy uniform and get to travel the world,” Opal adds.
They seem so sure that it’s making me want to prove them wrong. I’m one challenge away from telling them to find me a push-up bra and pole dancing classes. But maybe she's right. This isn't my world at all, and I would miss the excitement of working on new projects and solving problems that people think can’t be done. I don’t really want to be a motorcycle club slut, but for a little while it’s nice to feel like I could belong somewhere with people who aren’t pretending to be nice to me because of my father. Or who hate me for the same reason.
Angel picks up her cards. “She could be an old lady. Then she could hang out with usandkeep the cool job.”
“Are the old ladies nice?” I ask, curious about these women I keep hearing about but haven’t actually seen.
“They’re notnotnice,” Cherry says diplomatically enough that it sounds like a no.
“Now who’s being a bitch?” Jasmine snaps. “They’re cool, we just don’t usually hang out together. Kaylee’s nice. She’s a hairdresser and she’ll do cuts and stuff for free if we buy the chemicals. And Natalie is pretty chill. She does some shifts at the Roost outside of her bakery hours.”
Angel nods. “And Jewel is great. She used to be a slut, but that was before our time. I think that’s why we don’t know most of them that well. They stick around and we’re just passing through. It’s probably hard to want to make friends with people who might leave tomorrow.”
“And who might’ve fucked your old man.”
Cherry gasps. “Jas!”
“Well it’s true! None of these dudes are exactly saving it for marriage.”
My stomach growls, reminding me that I still haven't eaten. It's so loud that everyone hears. “Sorry. We were going to get breakfast but then this happened.”
“I’m starving, too,” Angel admits.
Opal grins. “Come on. If we're fast and quiet, they won't notice us raid the fridge. We’ll bring back some.”
