“What? Club chic isn’t working for you?”
He smirked. “Don’t be late.”
“I would never disrespect Hatch.”
Us club kidslovedHatch. He was our favorite and I’d heard Dad complain to Mom on more than one occasion that Hatch could do no wrong in the eyes of his daughters.
He let out a deep groan as he dragged his hands through his hair. “Baby girl.”
I pasted on a fake smile and gave him my best little girl voice, knowing how much he hated it. “Yes, Daddy?”
“Never mind,” he bit out. “Just do what Cash tells you to do.”
I smiled internally. I absolutely planned to do what Cash told me to do, but my dad didn’t need to know that. “I’ll think about it.”
Dad leaned down and kissed my cheek, then turned on his heel and walked away. I followed him as far as the bunkroom door, slipping back inside with a grin.
“What did Mack say?” Cash asked.
I turned to flip the lock on the door, frowning when I realized the door didn’t lock. “He wants you to drive me home in the morning to change before taking me to Hatch’s place. And that I’m supposed to do everything you tell me to do.”
Cash grinned slowly. “Everything I say, huh?”
“That’s what he said. And you know I must obey my father in all things.”
He crossed his arms. “In that case, we’re gonna need some privacy.”
“Oh, yeah?”
He nodded, pulling out his phone and firing off a text.
I cocked my head. “Who are you texting?”
“Train. He and Melody aren’t here right now, so we’re gonna borrow his room.”
I gasped. “You did not tell him—”
“Babe,” he admonished. “Of course I didn’t tell him shit.”
“Well, what did you tell him?”
“That I’m entertainin’ and wondered if I could use his room.”
I rolled my eyes, jealousy rearing its ugly head. “Ew, gross.”
“Baby, I’m about to fuck you just the way you like it, why is that gross?”
“Because he’s going to think you’re fucking some club skank and that’s just gross.”
He slid his phone into his pocket and closed the distance between us. “You jealous, sweet pea?”
“Do I have reason to be jealous?”
Cash chuckled, sliding his hand to my neck. “I didn’t actually tell Train shit. I told him you were sleeping here and since his room was the closest open one to Mack’s, I asked if I could bunk down there. I have to clean it for the privilege, of course, but he’s good with it.”
“I’ll help you clean.”
“I appreciate that.” He smiled. “Now, am I fucking you there or in your dad’s room?”
