“Are you going to fuck every member of this MC? I never took you for a slut, Camile. If you wanted to be a sweetbutt, it could be arranged. Hell, we have a prospect who needs to fuck a girl tomorrow night in front of members in order to earn some wings, so you could be useful.”
The words are said with malice, condescension and disrespect dripping from his tone, and I’m suddenly so angry at him, it hurts.
“Fuck you, Jack.”
“All I asked you to do is keep your head down, stop causing trouble with my men, but you seem determined to become the club hoe.”
Oh, he didnot.
“You’re one to talk,” I throw back at him. “I bet you’re fucking a different woman every night. You sexist pig.”
He’s on me in three strides, big arms bracketing me against the counter. I let out a little squeak of shock.
“Baby-girl, I’ve not fucked anyone in the longest time. I lost my wife, and I respected her far too much to whore around after her death, even when I’m offered sweet, young pussy like yours. So, show some goddamn respect for yourself, and some manners when you’re onmyterritory, being kept safe bymymen.”
There’s real pain in his voice when he talks about his wife, and for a moment I almost soften, but then I recall all the hurtful things he’s said to me.
“Maybe it would do you good to work out some of your sexual frustration.” I lift my gaze to his. “Might remove that stick from up your ass.”
I can’t believe I’ve said that.Oh, shit.
His eyes narrow, and he watches me for a long beat, just the two of us breathing in each other’s air. Then he pushes away from me and stalks out of the room.
Before he reaches the front door, he calls back to me, “Stay inside and stop riling my men up. I don’t want you going through them all. Stop acting like a slut.”
The door slams behind him, and I’m so angry I don’t know what to do with myself. I ball my hands into fists and do as Ghost told me. I scream. Not in sorrow this time. But in rage.
I’m going to show that motherfucker. Why let mymani-pedi and newly blow-dried hair go to waste? He didn’t even notice that I looked nice. The bastard. I’m going to go to the clubhouse tonight and flirt up a storm.
I know Ghost and Rook won’t let anyone touch me, if I don’t want them to, but I want to be there to piss Jack off.
26
CAMILE
As night descends,my nerves grow, and I keep second-guessing my plan.
Rook hasn’t shown up again now that Jack has warned him off, and I’m so lonely it hurts. I’ll take Jack’s anger over any more of this emptiness. The house is perfectly fine for my needs, but there are no personal touches, and I can’t stop thinking about home, and my mom.
I make up my mind. Determined, but nervous, I storm into my current bedroom and stand in front of the closet where I hung some things, the need to be around people overriding everything else.
Do I go like this in my sweet, daytime suitable dress, or do I stick to my plan to piss Jack off and change? Pausing for a moment, I consider that, beyond pissing Jack off or not, if I wear something sexier, then in an odd way I might get fewer weird looks because I’ll fit in more.
I don’t have a ton of overtly sexy clothes, but I dohave a few pieces. The girls here wear things that are more directly, in your face sexy. I have something that would suit. It’s whether I have the proverbial balls to wear it.
Luckily, when Vani grabbed a ton of my clothes, she picked up a sexy little number. I doubt she paused to look at it, because if she had she wouldn’t have packed it. The girl had been in a crazy rush, and her selection of my things was somewhat eclectic, but right now, I’m grateful for that.
It’s a black body-con dress, with a corset style top and lace trim around the bottom. It’s tight, it’s short, and it makes me look curvier than I am because of clever stitching around the waist and hips.
Screw it. I throw my clothes off and take a thong out of the drawer where I’ve stashed some undies. I pull that on, and don’t need a bra with this dress. The body spray I had put on earlier has worn off, so I spritz myself with an extortionately expensive scent my mom bought for me last year while on a trip to Europe. It smells like dark, sexy cherries, and makes me feel all grown up when I wear it.
I pull the dress on, adding the pair of heels from my date with Ledger. Standing straight, I stare at myself.
Holy shit.
I don’t look like myself. Jack will have a meltdown when he sees this bombshell version of me.
I’m heavier handed than usual with my makeup, and I finish off by teasing my hair a little and spraying it, so it looks fuller.
