Page 32 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
I brushed off my bird, removed the blade covers, and completed my safety check. Chopper hopped in first, and I followed suit. I fired up the engine, smiling as I always do at the sound of her power. In a swirl of snow and sound, we took off and headed for Seattle.
**
Jeff met me as I landed on the rooftop, raincoat in hand.
“Did you find anything?” I asked.
“Yeah. There are three Lawrence Locklears, did you know that?”
“Shit. I meant the young one.” I could kick myself.
“Oh Nelly, he’s the best of the three. That kid is involved in some pretty interesting stuff,” Jeff said, handing me the coat. “Oh, I’ll run and get you some um, shoes,” he said.
I looked down and realized that the Nordic ski boots were still on my feet.
I chuckled, “It’s ok, Jeff. I have some shoes in my office. What have you got there on the kid? Walk with me.”
“Here are the files on Mr. Lawrence Locklear the third, and here are the ones for the Ames Founder’s Club,” Jeff said, passing me the folders. “It took a bit of digging and a few phone calls.”
“Are the rumors true?”
Jeff cleared his throat, “It would appear that the AFC is a legitimate charity and that they do some good work. The rumors are out there, but I can’t find any evidence to substantiate them.”
“Fuck,” I muttered.
Jeff’s face was red, but he continued, “I wasn’t getting anywhere with the rumored activities, but one of our board members, Lenny Spinks, is a member of the AFC. I called him, but he wouldn’t give me any details that I hadn’t already found online. However, as soon as he heard that I was inquiring on your behalf, he changed his tune. I also think that he’s going to try to recruit you.”
“That’s perfect,” I smiled.
“Sir?” Jeff looked at me and I could see the concern in his eyes.
“I need to get some insider info for a friend,” I knew that sounded lame, but it was true. If I was going to save Lucy from making the worst mistake of her life, I had to know for sure what Lawrence and his club were all about. “Call Mr. Spinks and ask him to meet me in my office now.” I took the files and umbrella from Jeff and strode into the building, my ski boots clicking on the concrete floors.
By the time I got changed and seated at my desk, Lenny Spinks was waiting for me, a sly grin on his face. “I always thought that you would be the perfect prospect for the club. I mean you’re not Ames Alma Mater, but we can make an exception for you.”
My stomach churned.
“And how would I be perfect?”
“Well, sir. I would love to fill you in here, but we have a meeting tonight. You have to be invited by a senior member, and lucky for you, you’re sitting across from one.” He leaned back in the leather chair, clearly proud of his status and the fact that for once, he wielded some power over me.
“Just give me the executive summary.” I wasn’t in the mood for his games.
“Oh, I can’t do that Mr. Brady. We don’t talk about the Founder’s club outside of the clubhouse walls.”
My stomach sank. Would I have to go to this damn meeting after all?
“Oh, come on, Lenny. I’m mostly interested in some of the contests that you guys have. I’m pretty sure that I would win.” I winked at him when I said ‘contests’.
Lenny smiled widely and laughed. “You’d be a solid frontrunner for sure, but you have a lot of catching up to do - and have some serious competition. The pot is now over a million for the current contest.”
“What’s on the list?” I pried. “I could probably check off the whole thing.” It was true, my sexual conquests had been far and wide.
“It’s not retroactive, buddy. You’d have to start from scratch.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. Buddy?
“I mean, Mr. Brady.” He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and adjusted his tie. “I’ve already said too much. If you want to be considered for the club, come to tonight’s meeting with me.”
