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His eyes lit up at that news, and I remembered Pop telling me how much Rod and Lincoln had enjoyed the cookies I’d made for them.
“There are plenty in here, if you’d like a few, but don’t tell King. These are supposed to be for him,” I teased as I carefully opened the lid. Rod eagerly snatched two of the chocolate chip cookies, then shoved one in his mouth and chewed quickly.
“I’ll take these inside for you, ma’am,” he mumbled around a mouthful of cookie.
“Thank you, Rod, I appreciate that,” I said as I handed the container to him, grateful that I’d had the foresight to tape a note with King’s name and one of my business cards to the top just in case King hadn’t been here. He hurried in through the double doors, and I turned around to get back in my SUV.
“It was late by the time we got home from Fallen Angels last night and we had an even later night after that, if you know what I mean. King was still asleep when I got up a little while ago, but I’m sure we’ll enjoy your little goodies when he wakes up.”
I stiffened at the sound of the soft, southern drawl and the implication behind those words, glancing over my shoulder at the woman sitting by the door. She stubbed out her cigarette and rose to her feet, smirking at me as she came closer. I quickly schooled my expression to hide my distaste at the sight of her crop top, which was so short that she was sporting full-on underboob. If she took a deep breath, I’d know the color of her nipples.
She didn’t say another word as she looked me up and down, not at all impressed by what she saw from what I could tell. The feeling was mutual. I wasn’t a fan of overly processed hair, cheap extensions, and fake eyelashes that looked as if she had two tarantulas clinging to her eyelids for dear life.
Having pissed a figurative circle around King, she turned and flounced away without a word to me. My eyes widened as I realized that her skimpy top paired perfectly with her shorts, which were so tiny that the lower part of her ass cheeks were also on display. I was reasonably certain that wasn’t the only thing hanging out. I wasn’t a prude, by any means, but I did have onehard and fast rule when it came to clothing – your shorts should always be longer than your labia.
I took a wild guess that she was one of the club bunnies Michelle had told me about. Either that, or she was a stripper, since I knew Fallen Angels was a local strip club.
Wow. Just…wow. I had no claim on the man, but if that was who King chose to sleep with last night, then he wasn’t touching me ever again. As I got in my car, I vowed to spend at least ten minutes gargling with germ-killing mouthwash the minute I got home. My skin crawled as I also wondered about the best way to sanitize my vagina, because I hated to think about the coochie-cooties he might have had on his hands when he’d touched me yesterday.
