Page 13 of The Biker and the Baker
I hurry off, scanning for signs that direct me to the bathroom. I find it almost a minute later. It’s large, and glossy, and smells like almond and passion fruit rather than piss and vomit. This just might be my new favorite place.
Ignoring the three other women in the room, I stare at myself in the mirror and remind myself out loud…
“You are strong, badass, and beautiful. You are a bombshell. Your curves are an asset, not a liability. Your body is a luxury that only those who are worthy should be allowed to get a taste of. Your vagina is royalty and should be worshiped. You are an independent, capable, and self-sufficient queen. You know your worth, you know your value, and you accept nothing less than you deserve. No excuses, no hookups, no flings. Your royalty pussy deserves nothing less than a dick with a crown.Nothing less.”
All three women gape at me.
“Damn,” one of them says. “Can I steal that?”
I exhale a long breath and smile, feeling better, stronger. “Of course.”
“So, when do I repeat it?” another one asks. “Every morning, or…?”
“When you find yourself losing in a battle against a fuckboy’s charms.”
“Ohmygod,yes!” A stall door swings open and a fourth woman emerges. “Those fuckboys get us every time, don’t they?”
I flip my hair with confidence I don’t truly feel as I start out of the bathroom. “Not this time.”
As I’m exitingthe green-lit bathroom hallway, the same deep voice from earlier catches me. “You keep surprising me, Sweet P.”
I stop and spin in the direction of the voice. Onyx is leaned against the wall just outside the hallway, chewing on a Twizzler.
Is this dude seriously chomping a Twizzler in a strip club?
“What?”
Why I’m bothering to give him the time of day, only the Lord knows.
“Calvin Granger,” he clarifies. “You’re another one of his dumbfucks?”
“That’s none of your business, is it?”
He shrugs. “True. Just figured you were smarter than that. Cal’s scum. Not even his dough can smokescreen that shit.”
Okay, I’ll bite. I cross my arms. “What do you know about Cal?”
“More than you apparently.”
“You’re friends?”
“Was at his engagement party a few weeks ago, so make of that what you will.” He bites down on his Twizzler as he stares me down, waiting for a reaction from me. When he gets none, he continues, “It devolved into a complete shit show when his side piece turned up seven months pregnant demanding to know why he was engaged to someone else when he promised her that he’d marry her if she had his baby.” Then he adds, “Cal’s my third cousin.”
Nowthatbit got a reaction from me. “You’re lying.”
“Is it the money that blinds women like you, or…?”
“Women like me?” I uncross my arms and move into his space. “You don’t know a damn thing about me, asshole.”
“Except that you’re one of Cal’s dumbfucks.” He pauses to smile around the Twizzler dangling from his lips. “No, seriously, that’s exactly what he calls you all.Dumbfucks.”
“Just so you know,” I say through gritted teeth, “I’m tryingreallyhard not to punch you in the face right now, because you’re my boss’s nephew and I don’t wanna get fired.”
“‘Cause you think I’ll tattle? I’m not a pussy, Sweet P. I can—”
“In that case…” I throw my fist at his face, but he catches it in his palm, firm and steady.
He grins, enjoying himself. “Gotta be quicker than that.”
