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“I’ll take your word for it… Let me give you a ride over to the house. I’m sure Vanna will be thrilled to see you.”
Her hand grips my arm tighter. “On your motorcycle?”
“Well… yeah.”
She releases me to jump up and down with unbridled excitement, and I avert my eyes to avoid my natural male inclination to stare at her bouncing tits as she does. Fuck me...
I catch Cherry behind the bar, scowling at Giuliana. Her eyes shift to meet mine and she shakes her head at me, before going back to dealing with customers. Cherry and Vanna have become close, and I know Cherry will out me to Vanna if she thinks I’m checking out other women. She’s got no idea this is Vanna’s sister. And I’m not checking her out.
“Oh wow! I’ve never been on a motorcycle before!” she exclaims, mercifully stopping. “I’ve always wanted to do that!”
“Oh yeah?” I say, gently placing a hand on her arm as I start to guide her back towards the steel door. “Let’s make that happen, right now.”
“Not so fast!” she twists around to stand directly in front of me again, halting our progression towards the exit. “I’ve never been in a Biker Bar before either.”
“You’re not missing much.” I say, but I can already see what’s coming…
Her eyes squint at me playfully as her lips curl into a little smirk. “Come on, Dean…” she purrs, her fingers sliding down my arm to take me by the hand. “Teach me how to shoot pool like a biker.”
I don’t budge as she attempts to pull me in the direction of the back of the bar. “I don’t think so, doll.”
She pouts up at me. “Why not? Did I mess up on the dress code?” she teases, lifting my arm and shifting her hand in mine to hold onto my finger above her head. She slowly spins around, giving me a 360 degree view of her little outfit. I avert my eyes again, this time catching a scowling Viking a few yards away, arms folded, sitting on his bar stool against the brick wall. If Vanna’s little sister keeps this shit up, I may just have to pawn her off on him after all. Make his night in the process. He’ll give her a ride she won’t soon forget.
“You look fine, doll.” What am I supposed to say? “But those pool tables are booked up for the night. Maybe another time.”
She glances around the bar, and I notice her, notice how much attention she’s getting. Another slight grin pulls at the corners of her mouth as she turns back to look at me. “Alright.” She holds her hand, palm up and open to me. “Can I have some money for the Jukebox?”
I have to suppress a chuckle at the entitled balls she’s got in those leather pants. Reaching into my back pocket for my wallet, I peel off a dollar and place it in her waiting hand. “Something tells me, I need to tell you, to behave yourself… Sis. One song, and we’re out of here.”
“Then I’ll have to make it count.” She gives me another little smirk before scampering off towards the Jukebox.
Glancing around the room, I notice a few of the prospects have their eyes glued to her tight little ass as she stands, rocking it back and forth to the music, flipping through the selection of Rock songs. When one of them spots me glaring at them, he smacks the other two, cocking his chin in my direction.
“Off. Limits.” I mouth to them once they’re all paying attention, dragging my finger across my throat to drive the point home. They immediately nod in acknowledgement. I head back over to Viking, all the while keeping an eye on Giuliana. I wish she’d stop swaying that fucking ass and hurry up and pick a damn song. There are probably ten ahead of whatever she chooses, and it’s just a matter of time before the wolves descend.
“What the fuck is in the water where Vanna comes from?” Viking asks, his eyes glued to Giuliana’s ass as well.
“Fuck if I know… But it probably bubbles up from Hell.” I sigh. “These Vettriano girls are seriously going to do me in.”
“Well, at least one of them is doing you.” Viking replies. “Too bad for the rest of us, you’re too stingy to share the wealth. You can’t even claim this one.” He lifts his chin at Giuliana. “Cock blocking asshole.”
“You wanna shoot your shot with her? You can deal with Vanna when her sister goes crying to her after you love her and leave her.” I say. “Explain to her, your tap and go policy.”
“I ain’t gonna go there. Don’t worry.” He says, leaning back against the wall, finally glancing away from her.
I can’t help but look at him suspiciously. “I just gave you the green light on the hottest chick in this place right now, and you’re not going to act on it?”
“Nope.”
“Because of Vanna?”
“Sure.” He grunts. “Because of Vanna.”
“That wasn’t convincing at all.” I eye him a little harder. “Who’s the ball and chain? And why haven’t you brought her around?”
“I don’t have a ball and chain, bro. That’s your style.”
I narrow my eyes at him a little more, unable to fight the slight grin stretching across my expression. “That why you never left the hotel in Myrtle Beach last summer? Opted for porn and pizza? You got a secret girlfriend? Is it the sweetbutt?”
