Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“What?” she asks.
“Huh?”
“You were shaking your head at me, Ghosty. Why?”
“You could have joined me on the couch.”
“Nah, you might have given me cooties,” she snarks.
“You’re going to be a pain in my ass, aren’t you, Tiger?”
“Not for long. I’m leaving soon.”
“Retirement.” She frowns at me, and I shrug. “I heard you on the phone.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“Kind of young to retire, aren’t you? What do you do?”
“Does it matter?”
“Just curious,” I admit.
“Who were you arranging to meet with?”
“A friend.”
“Who’s Teddy? Your boss?”
“You seem to have a lot of questions, Ghosty,” she mutters, neatly ignoring me and not answering a damn thing I asked. I have to give her credit for that.
“You’re an interesting woman,” I respond, letting it slide for now.
“Nah, I’m boring.”
“You couldn’t be boring if you tried, Lennox.”
“Hmm ...,” she hums, taking a bite of her burger. “I’ll make a deal with you. You tell me about you, and I’ll tell you about me.”
“Not much to say. I’m not that interesting.”
“Same with me,” she says with a gleam in her eye.
“Eat your damn burger,” I mutter, giving up for now.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
“No.”
“Yes,” I insist.
“Ghosty, we’re not having sex.”
“Fine, I’ll let you sleep, but it will be in my bed.”
“Clothes on,” she relents.
“Clothes optional,” I rebut.
“If you’re going to be naked, little Ghosty better not touch me.”
“He likes to be called Massive Ghosty.”
She throws her head back and all but cackles. I sit back and enjoy the show. Just watching her makes me feel lighter than I’ve felt in years. “I wish I didn’t like you so much,” she finally replies when she gets control of her humor.
“I’m harmless,” I assure her—and I am, at least to her.
“Yeah, being with you is like skinny dipping in a tank of piranhas.”
“You said no sex, but if it’s what you want, I’ll eat you out all night.”
“Ghost!”
“You’re the sweetest piece I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
“Ghosty, I know you probably meant that as a compliment, but never—ever—refer to a woman as a piece. It’s gross.”
“Strange stance for a woman who came to the club as a hanger-on.”
“A what?”
“Women attend club parties because they want to fuck members, Tiger. Weasel has told the club how much you like it.”
“I… He what?” she screeches.
“He told the club—”
I stop talking because she gets up and starts marching toward the door. “I’m going to kill him,” she snarls.
I follow her. “Tiger,” I murmur, wondering how I can get her to calm down.
“Is he at the club right now?”
“It’s early, but probably. E-Z has the prospects cleaning.”
“Good, maybe I can find a mop handle to stick up his fucking ass.”
I laugh, but I do it while following her. Weasel is an idiot, but he’s strong. If he tries to touch her, I’ll step in and stop it before it gets out of hand. She practically marches over to the club. I’m enjoying following her and it might make me a bastard, but I’m finding that Lennox’s ass can almost hypnotize me when she moves.
The men at the door are instantly on alert, probably picking up on her anger. It’s rolling off her in waves. “Get out of my way,” she snaps. They look over at me and I nod, giving them the okay. “Don’t look at him. It’s me you need to worry about. Let me in there. I have a prospect’s ass to kick.”
The men look over at me again but let her enter. I follow close behind her with a smile on my face. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the club lighting when we get inside. Apparently, it doesn’t take Lennox quite as long. She’s already zeroed in on her target and is walking straight to him.
Weasel turns around, leaning on a broom handle and grins at her. Proving he’s an idiot who cannot read the room—or the anger that Lennox is emitting—he decides to open his mouth. “Hot Stuff! You’re early. Did you bring some friends like I asked?”
“Did you tell the club that you fucked me, Weasel?”
“I—”
“You fucking asshole. Did you tell everyone here that I let you fuck me?” she yells.
“I—Well, you did. There’s no shame in it, baby. You like what I got to offer. We can have a go here tonight if you want. I know the others would like a taste of you, too.”
At this point, I’m walking over, pissed beyond words. I’m going to put this motherfucker in his place. I’m about halfway to him when Lennox strikes, and I stand still and watch. E-Z and Brick come over to where I am, but I don’t take my eyes off the woman in front of me as she brings back her fist. Weasel proves he’s not smart because he stands there and laughs. Lennox makes this move where you think she’s going to hit him in the face, but pulls back, quickly shifting and delivers the blow to his cut. My nerves are on end as I start to spring forward. She’s a woman and Weasel has muscle. There’s no way that hit will make a difference. She’s liable to hurt herself, and I can’t allow him to hurt her.