And they’re badass in their leather.So was Snake, I remind myself, then shake off all thoughts of him and paste a smile on my face.
One of them turns and drags his eyes over me, then elbows his buddy, who turns.
It’s Cody, and I take in his face. It’s been months since that day in the cemetery, but suddenly it feels like yesterday.
With my hair teased-up and sprayed, I look like some eighties rock star from the “big-hair” days, and with the lace mask over my eyes, I don’t read any recognition on his face, but I do see desire flare as he sweeps my body with a bold look.
The man next to him slaps a hand on his shoulder. “Got us a birthday boy here tonight, darlin’. Think you could take real good care of him?” He slides folded bills into my G-string.
“Of course,” I say, squeezing around to Cody’s chair. I climb on his lap. He seems to know the rules and keeps his hands on his armrests without me telling him. I notice the bottle of tequila and the shot glasses and wonder how drunk they all are. “What’s your name, handsome?”
“Cody,” he replies.
“I’m Ginger.”
He seems to catch me glancing at the table. “You want to do a shot with me, Ginger?”
“I’d love to.”
He pours us both one.
“Happy birthday, Cody,” I say before tossing mine back. He goes to fill it again, but I wave him off. “Just one. Thanks.”
“I guess a lot of men buy you shots, don’t they?”
“Some do.” I start to move my body, bringing my breasts close to his face.
His eyes drop to the sparkling hearts over my nipples. “That’s some outfit.”
“Do you like it?”
“I do. I’m amazed how it stays in place.”
I giggle and lean close to his ear. “Tape.”
He grins. “You don’t say? Bet that’s fun to pull off.”
I undulate over him. “If you take me to a VIP room, I’ll let you find out.”
“A VIP room,” his buddy says, slapping his shoulder. “Now, that’s a good idea. My treat. We’ve got a tab at the bar. Put it on that.”
The man on his other side slaps a wad of folded bills at Cody’s chest. “Be sure to tip her good, asshole.”
“I could get one of the girls to bring us a bottle of champagne. What’s your favorite brand?” I ask, figuring I might as well milk this for all its worth.
“Um, champagne’s not really my thing. You choose, darlin’.”
“Great. Let’s go, handsome.” I pull him to his feet, wondering just how much special service the MC expects. Tiny’s words ring in my head.We don’t say no to these guys.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Cody—
Ginger catches the eye of every man in the place as she strolls across the room, her head held high. It doesn’t seem like she’s at all ashamed of what she does for a living, and I like that. I also like the way her hand feels in mine.
There’s a good reason she’s turning heads; she’s stunningly beautiful, and her hair and makeup are done to perfection. My gaze drops to her phenomenal ass as she leads me toward the VIP hallway. This girl is perfection.
Tiny is standing in the hallway, ever watching.
