“Okay, I’ll get one of my prospects to show you around while I have a think,” Axel replies.
“Wait,” I say without my brain engaging. All I know is I don’t want Shooter showing her around. “I’ll do it. I’m free.”
“We don’t want to put you out,” says Axel.
“I said I’m free,” I repeat more forcefully.
He grins, holding up his hands. “Okay. Bring her back here after.”
I nod, stuffing my hands in my pockets and heading out with Remi following.
I go over to the pool tables at the back of the main room, where some of the club whores are hanging out. Sasha grins, uncurling her legs from beneath her and standing. “Handsome, back already?” She runs a manicured nail along my chest suggestively.
I grab her wrist, halting her. I don’t want Remi to see her touching me, and I’m not even sure why. “This is Remi,” I say, removing her claw from me.
She scowls, crossing her arms over her chest before dragging her gaze to Remi. She looks her up and down, arching a brow. “She a new club whore?”
“A club what?” asks Remi, almost laughing.
“Whore,” repeats Sasha, a challenge to her tone. “You have a problem with that?”
“Pipe down,” I snap. “I’m showing her round Axel is thinking of hiring her.”
“And you’re taking her for a test run?” Sasha spits.
Jesus, she’s blown me a few times and now she’s acting like my old lady. It’s the same story, and the reason these women hang around in the hope a biker will take them as their old lady.
“I’m showing her around,” I repeat.
“So, what’s your actual job?” asks Remi, almost like she’s trying to push Sasha’s buttons.
“Why don’t you tell her?” Sasha asks me.
“These ladies look after the single brothers,” I say, my words feeling uncomfortable.
“Like prostitutes?” Remi asks, tipping her head to one side innocently.
“Bitch, it’s like you want to get smacked,” Sasha yells.
Remi doesn’t even flinch. In fact, she grins. “Oh, yeah, is that a threat?”
“Enough,” I snap, putting myself between the two. I take Remi by the shoulders and turn her towards the exit. “I don’t think you’re club girl material.”
Outside, Remi bursts into laughter. “She was easily wound-up.”
I narrow my eyes. “If you’re looking to fit in here, don’t piss off the club girls.”
“Whores is what you called them,” she corrects.
“Whatever, just don’t be upsetting them. They can make your life hell.”
“Why did you take me over there?” she asks thoughtfully.
“What do you mean? Axel asked me to show you around.”
“You didn’t like the idea of me working at Zen, but you don’t mind me having sex with bikers?” She glances back at the clubhouse. “Do they even get paid for that?”
“They get free lodgings and food.”
