Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Dark-haired guy nodded. “Thanks, dude.” He went back to helping his shaggy blond-haired friend.
“They good?” Dodge asked.
“They?”
“The group.”
The blond’s mouth opened, then shut. “Yeah. The best.”
“Good.” Dodge spun on his heel to head back to the door. “Door’s unlocked. Got a cement block there to prop it open. Soon as you’re done bringin’ your shit in, make sure you close it since it’s colder than a witch’s tit out here.”
“Sure, brother.”
Dodge sucked on his teeth again at the “brother,” then took another drag on his hand-rolled before pinching out the end and ripping open the door. He put the remainder of the cigarette back in the old mint tin as he strode back down the short hallway to return to work.
With three guys working, the band’s equipment was set-up on the low platform in record time. He sent Possum over there to bring them bottled water and offer them a round of drinks on the house since Dodge got caught up flirting with a woman sitting at one of the high-top tables in the billiard area.
That meant he hadn’t been able to keep a close eye on what was being set up. But Micah and Possum knew the deal when it came to bands, so he trusted them to let him know if any problems came up.
In the meantime, he had more important things to worry about… like who was tonight’s catch-and-release after he listened to the band and rated their performance to see if they were worthy to play a busy night.
Right now, the strawberry-blonde watching her girlfriends play pool seemed to be a good candidate for a trip north to ride his pole. Unlike the little singer with the big attitude, this woman had big enough tits and thick enough thighs to smother him.
One side of his mouth turned up.
He tipped his head toward her empty glass. “Want another beer?”
She shot him a smile that began to get the blood flowing south. “Sure.”
He swiped her pint glass from the small round table and gave her a wink. “I’ll go grab you one.”
After he stepped out from the billiards’ area and into the main bar area, he glanced over to the back corner at the stage. The band had better start warming up soon.
He frowned when he saw only the three younger guys on the platform. Two of them being the same ones unloading the equipment. The third was a redhead working behind the drum set, putting the finishing touches on assembling it.
Sure didn’t look like a girl group. In fact, it looked the exact opposite. Before he could pivot and head in that direction, a dark figure emerged from the back hallway.
He couldn’t tell if it was the lead singer because whoever it was, was wearing a black hoodie. The hood with cat ears was pulled up and over their head, hiding their face.
Had to be her because the person was tiny. Petite.
Her.
Fuck, he never even asked her name.
Didn’t matter.
Since she finally showed, he would let her get warmed up while keeping his distance. Right now he was worried that getting too close could be dangerous. Like a moth flying too close to a flame.
Christ. What the fuck was wrong with him?
He continued on his trek across the floor and ducked behind the bar. While he was back there, he flipped the switch to turn on the stage’s spotlight. It wasn’t anything fancy but it did the job.
The job it was currently doing was lighting up the lead singer as she pushed down the kitty-eared hood, exposing her long dark hair. When she turned her back to the sparse audience, she unzipped the sweatshirt and shrugged out of it, tossing it onto a nearby empty table.
There were a lot of those tonight. Wednesday was typically slow, but with it being between Thanksgiving and Christmas, not too many people were out and about tonight, anyway. Some of their regulars were financially preparing for the holidays. For them, they kept more pennies in their pockets by drinking at home.
When she turned, the spotlight lit her up as she approached the microphone. He forgot to breathe for a second.
His held breath rushed out of him as he raked his gaze from the top of her dark head all the way to her boots. Unlike last night, they weren’t heavy biker-type boots with thick, flat rubber soles. The black leather boots she wore tonight went above the knees, had a killer heel and were laced up the front.
And fuuuuuuuk…
She might be wearing a bra tonight, but she wasn’t wearing much else. Over the black bra was a black, see-through fishnet long-sleeved crop top. The bottom hem ended right under her bra. Her belly was flat. Her bare skin milky white and smooth. He even spotted the glint of a silver ring piercing her navel.