“I’m thinking maybe you could hang around here,” he says, his eyes briefly assessing my reaction.
“As a club whore?”
“Not exactly. I mean, not for all the bikers . . .”
“But for you?”
He leans forward slightly. “I’m not looking for anything serious, Remi. But you, there’s just something about you.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes and shake my head in annoyance. “Yah know, Shadow said you’d use me for sex.”
He grins, “Did he?”
“Apparently, he wants the same thing too.”
He laughs, his throat bobbing as a deep rumble escapes him sending a shiver down to my core. “At least he was honest.”
“I’m not a whore,” I say clearly and the smile fades from his face. “And I’m not looking for some man to come rescue me. I can earn my own money and pay my own way. So, do you have any shifts for me that don’t involve sucking cock, or not?”
He opens his drawer pulling out a small business card. He slides it my way. “Go see Amy, she takes on new starters.”
I snatch it and tuck it in my pocket as I stand. “Thanks. See you around.”
I’m almost at the door when he says, “You think you’ve put me in my place.” I pause, keeping my back to him. “But all you’ve done is make me want to work harder.”
I shake my head and walk out.Wanker.
Shadow
I squeeze my eyes closed as Sasha seals her mouth around my cock like a vacuum. My fingers tangle in her hair and I let my head fall back. It’s no use, I can already feel my erection softening. And then I picture her. Remi. Her flushed cheeks when she gets sassy, the way her lips glisten whenever she runs her tongue over them. I shudder, gripping Sasha’s hair as I force her to take me deeper. I come hard, my legs stiffening as I fill her mouth. And then the image of Remi fades away and I open my eyes to see Sasha looking up at me with a smug satisfaction. “Wanna continue this upstairs?” she asks, pushing to stand as she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand.
“I can’t, I’ve got shit to do.”
She pouts. “Later?”
I stand and she closes the gap between us, placing her manicured hand on my chest. “Maybe,” I reply, and she kisses me on the cheek.
“I hope so.”
I glance up to see Remi staring from behind the bar.Fuck.When did she get here?She immediately looks away and begins to fuss with the empties.
Sasha follows my stare and rolls her eyes. “She’s such a stray.”
“Remi?”
“Yeah. Some of the girls said she’s sleeping on a stripper’s couch and not paying her way. She’s clearly trying to get her foot in the door here so she can hang around.”
“You worried?” I ask, smirking.
“God, no. She looks like a walking STD. You’d have to be desperate to have sex with her.”
I scoff, and head for the office. Remi’s pretty in a natural sort of way. I can see why the whores would be worried she’s sticking around.
“You want me to go check on Steels?” I ask Axel.
He glances up from his laptop. “No. Stick around here and keep an eye on Remi. I’ll go to Steels. I want to check the new sign is up.”
“Why am I watching Remi?” I ask, though a small part of me is pleased.
