Page 36 of Legs

A vision who wasn’t alone.

Two escorts followed on her heels, flanking her like bodyguards. I remembered her friends from the night we’d met, but hadn’t paid them much attention. Not when Rachel was all I could see. The tall one with the shorter hair and bangs looked tough enough to take Cris Cyborg in a fight, her tank top showing off toned arms. Her face was all business as she studied the room. The other one had Rick’s jaw hitting the floor. She was shorter, cleavage and curves for days. Mile-high heels. All she was missing was a Chihuahua tucked into her purse.

The tough woman took the lead, arms swinging as she headed for me. “Jimmy?”

“As I live and breathe.”

She held out her hand, her expression stern as she waited on me. I tossed the towel and gave her hand a shake. She caught my fingers in a vise grip. “I’m Gwen, this is Ainsley, and you of course know Rachel. We thought it would be fun to get acquainted.”

Looked more like an ambush.

Ainsley fluttered her fingers. Rachel was a fidgety mess. I fanned a hand toward the bar stools, inviting them to sit. Better to face the firing squad head on.

Ainsley and Gwen sat in front of me, Rachel to the side, but as Gwen opened her mouth, Rick sauntered over and leaned on the bar, facing Ainsley. “My Malibu is parked outside. How about a ride, beautiful?”

Ainsley flipped him the bird. “How’d you like to ride this?”

He sighed. “I’m losing my charm.” He plunked down his empty glass and dragged his sorry ass to the door.

“He’s harmless,” I said.

Ainsley cocked her head at me. “He’s old enough to be my grandfather.”

“He just likes to talk to the ladies. Makes him feel young.”

“If I wanted to hear an asshole speak, I’d set up residence in the bathroom.”

Chuckling, I leaned against the back counter and slid my attention to Rachel. “Having a nice night?”

“Peachy,” she replied, her top button quivering with her shaky breaths.

I didn’t know how the current situation had transpired, what had gone down for Gwen and Ainsley to show up at my work, too, but if it brought me a step closer to ripping off Rachel’s clothes, I was all in.

Until Gwen said, “Are you a player?”

The gloves were off. “I don’t gamble, if that’s what you mean.”

“You know what I mean.” The woman didn’t mince words.

I could have claimed I was too busy and spent the next forty-five minutes closing the bar, waiting them out. I could have asked to speak with Rachel alone, gotten to the bottom of the ambush. Those were both easy outs. But I’d been serious when I told Rachel I wanted more, and that came with the truth. “I’ve had a number of one-night stands, but the women I’ve been with always knew the score. So I’d go with no, I’m not a player.”

The next shot came from Ainsley. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

I shook my head. “Single.”

Then they alternated fire.

“Are you on any dating websites?”

“None.”

“Has a woman ever slapped you?”

“Not that I recall.”

“Have you ever hit a woman?”

“What the fuck kind of question is that? And the answer is hell no.” I lowered my hands over my nuts just the same. These girls weren’t messing around.