“He’ll be back.”
Looking down at her hands, she muttered, “I know.”
“You don’t enjoy being in the clubhouse, do you?”
She shook her head. “No. I rarely went to the Golden Skulls’ clubhouse. I preferred staying in my room at my brother’s house or camping with Jackson. I’m not good with people.”
“People or men in leather cuts?” I asked. When she didn’t answer, I walked around the bar and yelled, “Joey, man the bar.”
I took her hand and led her down the hallway to King’s office. When Eros and Indigo tried to follow, I stopped and turned.
“Stay,” I said firmly.
The two men looked at each other before turning back to me, and Eros said, “We aren’t fucking dogs.”
“Really? ’Cause you’re following her around like guard dogs. We’re not leaving the clubhouse.”
“We have our orders,” Indigo tried to reason.
“I don’t care.” I shrugged. “Apparently, I am now the president’s old lady. It’s my job to make my guest comfortable. You can stand in the hall if you must, but that is as far as you go.”
Without knocking, I opened the door. King slowly rose to his feet. “Grace?”
“Get out,” I ordered.
“This is my office.”
“And it’s the only room in this godforsaken place that isn’t wired with cameras and sound. So, leave. Girls only.”
King glared at me before his eyes softened as he looked at Karlyn, and he grumbled as he walked to the door. It had me wondering what he knew about her past.
“Oh, and tell the other girls they’re welcome to join if they want.”
“Woman,” King growled.
“What?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow at him. “Got something more to say?”
King hesitated, his eyes flickering between us for a moment before he finally relented and left, slamming the door behind him.
I scowled at the door for a moment before letting my anger go and turning to Karlyn. I sat in King’s chair behind his desk and motioned for Karlyn to sit.
“It’s not much, but it’s a dick-free zone.”
When she finally sat, she smirked. “Thank you.”
“Oh, don’t thank me. He’s on my shit list. Any chance to make him uncomfortable, I’m game.”
“So you are his old lady?” she asked, and I remembered the first day she was here.
“To be honest, I don’t fucking know what I am.”
Before I could say anymore, the door opened, and Beck and Sam walked in, followed by Haizley, Aspen, Kytten, and Indie.
“Why are we in here and not in church?” Beck asked. “And what’s with the guard dogs?”
“Because I don’t trust the SOB to turn the cameras off,” I clipped.
“Oooh, someone is in the doghouse,” Sam purred.
