Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
They’re all gorgeous.
It’s rude.
“Well, I’m glad we’re all friends now,” I say, sarcastically. “I’m Evelina, you can call me Eve and definitely not Sparkler. I own this place.”
“No doubt we’ll be gettin’ to know the place better,” Cash says, his voice all low and husky again.
“I’d rather you didn’t,” I point out. “I’m sure there are more where you all came from, and I’d appreciate if you all behave because this place is everything to me and my customers are the most important thing.”
“You don’t have to worry, sweet cheeks.” Cash grins. “We’ll be on our best behavior.”
“That’s great to hear, Cash Riggs. I’ll be seeing you.”
He scowls at me, and I flash them a grin and spin on my heel, disappearing.
This should be fun.
THE POUNDING OF LOUD music wakes me from my sleep.
It’s two in the morning and the sounds coming from the garage next door are enough to make anybody crazy.
I am lucky enough to live right behind my café, which is the reason I jumped at the chance to buy it when I saw it come up for sale. It used to be an old antiques shop and when the lady passed, it went up for sale. I’ve lived in this little apartment for about five years, so I’m familiar with the area, and I love it here.
What I don’t love is the noise those god damned bikers are making next door.
I have to open up at six tomorrow and it took me forever to get to sleep because they were doing burnouts in the garage. Now, they’re partying like they’re teenagers and have nothing better to do. Don’t they sleep?
I shove my pillow over my head, trying to drown out the noise, but it’s no use.
They are right in the swing of things, and I don’t see them stopping anytime soon.
I get out of bed, anger bubbling in my chest, and pull my robe on.
I’ll put a stop to this. They’re going to wish they didn’t mess with me.
I storm out of my front door, around the corner slightly, and right into the front of the garage that is swimming with people. When I say swimming, I mean swimming. There are people everywhere, like an ocean of wiggling bodies. I shove through them, getting more than one interested look. After all, I am wearing my robe and no doubt my hair is a mess and my face is without a drop of makeup.
I don’t care.
I shove past the crowd and find the entrance to the house that is now the clubhouse, or so I was so politely informed. Inside, it’s thick with marijuana smoke, the scent of alcohol, and there are more than a few people making out on sofas, the bar and oh, yes, the pool table. Scrunching my nose up, I push my way through until I reach the bar where I demand to the old man behind it, “Where the hell is Riggs?”
He stares at me, his eyes scanning over my attire. He grins and extends a hand. “Name is Sheriff, what’s yours, darlin’?”
Sheriff, seriously?
What sort of shit are they doing around here?
“I’m Eve, and I need to speak to Riggs, like right now.”
“Riggs is busy, love.”
“Listen, Sheriff,” I say, leaning closer, “you either tell me where he is or I start ripping this place up. Do you understand?”
Sheriff grins. “You’re a firecracker, I like it. Down the hall, second door on your left. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I spin on my heel and make my way down the hall. When I find the second door on the left, I just shove it open. I’m not giving him the decency of knocking. No, he’s made it clear he doesn’t give a flying fuck about how I feel with his loud partying, so I don’t care about what he’s doing in here.
What I see makes me come to a screeching halt, my eyes widen and my mouth drop open. I mean sure, they’re bikers and we’ve all seen the movies, but I never expected to walk in on Cash Riggs with not one, not two, but three women. Three fully naked, gorgeous women. I stare in utter horror and a little respect, as he leans against the pool table in his room, butt naked, joint in his hand, puffing smoke, while the women worship him like he’s some sort of god.
One is sucking his dick, the other is kissing his neck and the other one is on the floor in front of him, on all fours, waving her ass at him like she’s selling it. It’s as if she’s trying to convince him to get down there and take her, like her perfect body simply isn’t enough to entice him. I don’t even know what to make of this situation, I seriously thought this could only be something you saw in movies.