Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“So, you’re his latest?”
“That depends on what you mean,” I said, laying out two shots glasses and pouring bourbon into each of them. “If you’re asking if I’m his latest bartender, then yes. Anything else, then no.”
The shots of bourbon went to a second passing roadie.
“That’ll change. A pretty young thing like you…”
I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You’re pretty forward, aren’t you?”
She shrugged, unaffected. “What’s the point of beating around the bush? You’ll get used to me. I’m like a permanent fixture around here. The boys like to keep me around, if you know what I mean.” She winked, then put a cigarette between her glossy pink lips and lit it. “So, you really aren’t riding the Big Man’s pony?”
I presumed she meant Bull.
“He’s my boss. That’s all. I have no interest in him other than that.”
Which was a lie because I’d been undressing him with my eyes all night.
“Hmmph, that’s a shame. He must still be schtooping our lady mayor,” she said, looking around the room for him.
Ignoring her comment, I walked over to her. “What can I get you?”
“Oh, I’ll have a shot of vodka.” She took a drag of her cigarette. “That’ll pass.”
“What will pass?” I asked, placing a shot glass in front of her and pouring her vodka. She threw it back like it was water.
“Him and the mayor. He never sticks with his fuck buddies for very long.” She tilted her head to the side, her heavily made-up eyes narrowing. “He’ll never settle down.”
Tiffani was a mean girl. I could spot one from a mile away. She came over here for two reasons. To see if I was a threat. And to stir trouble.
“Sounds like there is a story there,” I said, uncapping another beer and sliding it across to one of the pole dancers at the end of the bar.
“You mean, you don’t know?” She laughed lightly. “You must be the only woman on planet Earth who doesn’t know about Bull’s wife.”
Until the W-word got flung across the bar at me, I hadn’t really been paying much mind to what she was saying.
Now I looked at her. “He’s married?”
“Was. She died some years back in a car wreck. He never got over her. Now he just fucks and runs. Well, he eventually runs. He’s not like the rest of the Kings who want you gone from their bed by sunrise.” She sighed.
“You’ve kept him company before?”
I couldn’t deny the thrum of disappointment I felt at the thought. Because this girl was toxic, and if Bull was into that type of women, then I had him pegged all wrong.
“I’m currently working on it.” She cocked an eyebrow like she couldn’t believe he hadn’t fallen for her charms yet. “He doesn’t usually indulge in club girls, but I come with some very strong recommendations, if you know what I mean.”
“You’re not an Old Lady?”
“Oh, hell no.” Her words came out harsh, but her shrug hinted of remorse. “Old ladies are nothing but drags. When the Kings want a good time, they leave their old ladies at home and come and see me.”
She gave me a wink.
Right.
So that’s how it works.
It was kind of disappointing. I wasn’t one to judge because of the whole people in glass houses thing, but to think these guys cheated on their women with this club girl was a real bummer.
Although, when I glanced over at the queen’s booth and saw Caleb being so affectionate with his wife, I couldn’t imagine he was one to indulge. Or Cade and Chance, for that matter. They all seemed pretty happy with their wives.
And Ruger.
Well, I knew a pussy-whipped guy when I saw him.
He only had eyes for his wife. I doubt he’d even notice this girl if she fell onto his lap naked.
“By the way, the name’s Tiffani.” She extended a hand, and as I shook it, I noticed the tattoos creeping up her wrist but couldn’t make out what they were. “Have you met everyone yet?”
“Some of them. Can I get you another drink?”
She pointed to the shot glass. “And I’ll take a white wine, too.”
As I poured a second shot, Tiffani decided to tell me about everyone and who they were in the club. She spoke of the men like they belonged to her. But when she came to the queens, she was less enthusiastic.
“Indy, she’s the queen of queens,” she explained. “Cade’s been so messed up in love with her his whole life, he really never stood a chance with anyone else.” She drew on her cigarette. “Honey is sweet. Although, I didn’t pick her to be Caleb’s type. He’s always gone for women a little, how do I put this delicately? Let’s say, less curvaceous. I guess it figures, on account that she owns a bakery in town.”
I had seen Honey walk in, and that girl had curves to die for. I wondered how many times Caleb had turned Tiffani down.