“It’s off the record, to be clear. But yes. I’ll let you know when we’re on.”
I snorted. I still couldn’t say I fully believed her, especially if she ever wound up bringing a camera in my presence. But…
Fuck it.
“Our club has some issues. But it’s fine. We’re taking care of it. Just bullshit.”
I put the phone down. I had no temptation to provide any further details, but that I had even saidthat muchsaid a lot about how I felt about Hailey. Just a few minutes later, though, she got back to me.
“Sorry to hear that. We can talk if you want.”
Talk?
Talk?
No, I didn’t want fucking therapy right now. All I really wanted…
“I just need a good fuck to blow off some steam and put this behind me.”
I didn’t make it a question. I’d been blunt enough. She’d either give me what I wanted, or I’d find someone else to give it to me.
I know which I’d prefer.
I put my phone in my pocket. Seconds later, it buzzed. I hurriedly grabbed the phone, perhaps revealing to myself exactly how badly I wanted Hailey. That only got cemented further by the disappointment of what I read.
“Prospect got door fixed. No word on catching any King’s Men in town.”
It was Spawn.
With good news.
And I was still pissed that I hadn’t received word Hailey was going to make me blow in her mouth.
“Good work. Will come in later.”
I left it at that. I was getting barraged mentally in more ways than one.
Then my phone buzzed and I scrambled to unlock it. And this time, at least on the first glance, I got what I wanted—a response from Hailey.
I didn’t get everything I wanted, though.
“Are you serious?”
Of course I was. I wrote back as much, saying, “I’m always serious.” Maybe someone with more social tact would tell me that I needed to flirt and play the game, but fuck that. I’d “played the game” just by doing an interview with her and buying her drinks and food and…Jesus, I’d done more than played the game; I’d played multiple fucking games.
This girl, I swore.
So much time passed that I just preoccupied myself by making some food and getting ready to head over to the clubhouse to investigate the cleanup work. I figured I’d pushed Hailey too hard, which was fine. I’d move on and find someone else.
Of course, maybe you should stop thinking about it so damn much and just find some other chick to bang, you fool.
I got on my bike and began the drive over when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I didn’t act like a jackass and check my phone while driving, but damn when I hit those stoplights, I felt the temptation to check. I was sure I’d gotten stiff on the bike before with hot women reaching around and groping me, but I couldn’t say that a fucking text message—which I didn’t even know the contents of—had ever had this effect.
When I pulled up to the clubhouse, I felt immediate relief to see that Spawn was right. At least from a distance, the prospects had done pretty damn well in cleaning up the door. I’d say they’d earned some beers and the day off.
I picked up my phone in a good mood and opened Hailey’s text.
“Let me interview you and one other club member. Whoever you want. Then we can get drinks. Then…”
