Oh, shit, he saw everything.
“Get the fuck out of here and go home,” Satan said. “Show up tomorrow to clean the shit out of this place with the prospects. If I have a place so goddamn shiny it reflects like my bike by noon, I’ll forget I ever saw you get your greasy hands on this woman.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” Fernandez said, leaving on the spot. I was thoroughly impressed; it wasn’t surprising in retrospect, but the degree to which the club member seemed to instantly respond to Satan said it all about his presence.
With that, Satan turned to me, and a small smirk came across his eyes.
“You came,” he said.
He’d picked his words very deliberately.
“Of course,” I said. “I told you that I’d give you what you want if you give me your story.”
“Oh really,” Satan said. I could tell now he was playing a part, perhaps because he was in front of his club; I had to get him somewhere private, somewhere alone.
Of course, doingthatwould suggest something else.Something that might be kind of fun.
Hailey!
“Don’t tell me you forgot our last conversation.”
“If I had, do you think I fucking would have saved you from the grubby fingers of Fernandez?”
“No, but perhaps some of the details eluded your mind,” I said, “like the arrangement we made.”
I was doing my best to give him something of an out without just throwing my body at him. It was far easier said than done; once we got somewhere private, I’d have to calm the horny bull.
“I like your style,” Satan said, sliding a hand around me and placing it right on my ass. He didn’t squeeze, but he didn’t exactly lightly touch either. “Come, Hailey.”
His breath reeked of alcohol. He still spoke clearly and moved smoothly, but any level of alcohol would only further propel his drunken self. I was most certainly in the most unusual, if not dangerous, position my journalism career had placed me in.
He led me to a bedroom. When we entered, one of the bikers was railing a blond chick doggie style.
“Out!” he said. “Fuck in the hallway for all I care.”
The biker immediately pulled out, leaving me to see the rather amusing if unsettling scene of a half-naked biker pulling a fully naked girl outside. The rules of this club differed significantly from anything I was ever used to.
I swore, if I wound up like the blond…
“Now then,” Satan said, coming behind me and pressing his groin into my butt. “Time to give me what I’ve wanted.”
“Perhaps,” I said, giving him a morsel of what he wanted before I spun away. “But first, you promised two things. To be a gentleman and to give me an interview.”
Satan growled. Now that we were alone, it was a lot easier to see him from an attractive perspective. But it was also a lot easier to see that he was alert and erect, and denying any man who thought he was seconds away from getting laid was always going to cause trouble.
“And then you’ll give me what I want?”
“Eventually.”
He again growled.
“This is fucking bullshit,” he sneered. “I saved your ass from fucking Fernandez.”
“A gentleman knows how to act and wait,” I said. “A gentleman always gets what he wants in the end.”
I could see the conflict practically playing out on Satan’s face. He never had to work for sex. If anything, women had to work to get him. But on the other hand, being denied the very thing he thought he deserved was clearly causing him to want it even more. He’d probably never been pushed back like this.
And who knew? Maybe he really did just like me and wanted me.
