Falcon said, “We’ll get ready and I’ll have Daisy rearrange my schedule at the shop.”
Hawk nodded. “Eagle, Red, stay here. I’m making this trip, too.”
Prez hadn’t been on several runs with us recently so he must have been serious about making a show. Having him away from the clubhouse made me nervous, especially with so many of us going with him. But I wouldn’t question him. And like he said, it was a quick run. A little recon, be seen riding around, then head back to regroup.
Now I just had to explain this all to Sparrow.
Chapter 17
Kristie
“That’s hot,” Daisy said.
Shiv, Daisy, and Lacy were lined up on the plush, dark brown couch while Mama Hen sat in the brown leather recliner. Her home was quaint, cute, and tidy, with lots of nods to their lifestyle while still being homey. According to Shiv, it was the president’s house and the one next door was for the vice president, but Hawk still lived next door while allowing his mom to stay in her home.
A photo of a man with long, black hair standing next to a motorcycle that had more black than chrome sat on the table next to the chair. He had a cut like the others, but I hadn’t seen him around. Based on the small bits of info I’d been given over the last week and his hardened face resembling Hawk’s, I surmised it was her late husband, Raven.
“I’m not sure she’s shooting for hot for an interview,” Lacy replied.
Shiv chimed in. “Listen, a bunch of men work there. A nice fit and a touch of cleavage never hurts.”
Lacy’s eyes widened, and her hand flew to her chest. “Shivana, as a professional woman and one coming from your background, I amshockedthat you would encourage her to use her body.”
Daisy laughed so hard so she doubled over, and Mama Hen cackled.
Smiling, I asked, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you an exotic dancer?”
Lacy straightened, chin up. “Yes, and I only stopped for safety reasons. But I’m not an educated woman.”
“Yet,” Mama Hen cut in. “You will be. And there ain’t no shame is using whatever means necessary to get ahead. Men have no qualms about it. Neither should we.” She pointed a finger towards Lacy. “And stop acting like you’re less than just because you found a way to take care of yourself.”
After getting to know the ladies, I found out Lacy and Shiv knew each other growing up and both came from well-off families. But while Shiv did what was expected of her, then pivoted later in life, Lacy had a falling out with her family and decided to make it on her own. I admired them both. I wouldn’t be where I was without the help of my family. For Lacy to abandon all of that to do it on her own was brave.
“So, do we like this outfit for the interview, then?” I asked, trying to get the conversation back on track.
It was a grey pantsuit with purple pinstripes and an eggplant dress shirt that hugged me and honestly, when you had larger breasts there wasn’t a lot you could do to hide them. So yes, a tad of cleavage peeked out from the top.
“I love it. If I wasn’t a couple inches taller than you, I’d steal it,” Shiv said as she sipped her drink. They’d assembled a snack tray and drinks for the event. I loved how everything was turned into a big deal here, even a post-shopping trip show.
Lacy said, “It looks great and complements your hair and skin nicely.”
Daisy smacked her playfully. “I thought you said she shouldn’t be hot?”
“I just said I wasn’t sure she wasgoingfor hot.” She turned and smiled. “But you do look pretty hot. And still professional.”
“Any more outfits?” Mama Hen asked.
“A bunch. But they’re just casual wear.”
She threw her hands up. “We need the full show. Chop chop,” she said with a double clap.
Giggling, I nodded and ran back upstairs to the spare room where I had changed, then commenced with the full fashion show.
After trying on all the outfits and even doing a few mix and matches, we were finally winding down, and it was safe to assume we all had a slight buzz.
“Mama Hen, I’m going to head over and start getting stuff ready,” Lacy said.
Mama Hen was in her kitchen and poked her head around. “Okay, hon. I’ll be right there. You tell those boys to fire up the grills.”
