“Girl, you know me too well. Of course I want a coffee.”
I smiled and then hopped up to go and get her coffee. “We need to hang out more often,” I said as I made it.
“Yes! How about next Friday night? I’ve become friends with my hairdresser and she and I are having a girl’s night out.”
“Count me in, so long as I’m not working at Indigo. I need a girl’s night out. Can I bring a friend?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Hell yes, the more the merrier.”
I made us both a coffee and then settled back in across from her. “Long story as to why I’m working at Indigo, but basically just what I told you last week; I need the money to help Mum with her bills. One of her fridges died on Tuesday and we couldn’t afford to replace it so I asked Scott for the job. And, he also organised a fridge for us. Oh, and this was after I turned up at his club drunk and abused him for losing me my job at the vet’s.”
“Wait. How did you know Indigo was his club?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t. My friend and I were out drowning my sorrows about losing my job and we saw Indigo and wondered what a strip club looked like on the inside. So, we went in. The rest is history.”
She was laughing. “You’d never been inside a strip club before?”
“No! I’m a good, country girl. We don’t do strip clubs.”
“And what do you think of it now?”
“Actually, it’s kinda hot. But that could just be because of all the hot biker boys roaming around in there.” I winked at her as I said that.
“Shame on you, Miss Country.”
“Seriously though, Storm has some hot guys. Don’t you think?” I was loving this girly chat with her.
She almost spat her coffee at me. “Shit, no!” She shrugged and then added, “Okay, well Nash is pretty fucking hot and has a dirty mouth to go along with it. Don’t you ever tell J I said that or I will kill you. Right after he kills Nash. And Griff... Mmm, there’s something about him that scares the fuck out of me but at the same time, he does it for me. I don’t find any of the other Storm boys hot but remember, I grew up with them so I pretty much just look at them like brothers.”
“I met Griff the other night. I know exactly what you’re saying about him; he scared the shit out of me too. You wouldn’t want to get on his bad side, that’s for sure. Nash has hit on me a few times but I can tell that he’s the type to do that to anything in a skirt, right?”
“Yeah, Nash doesn’t discriminate. He’s all about the ladies. Told me once that he’s got no interest in ever settling down which is pretty much the same as Scott. I’m just waiting for the day these guys meet a woman who brings them to their knees. It’s going to be fun to watch.”
I processed what she’d said about Scott. He’d also told me that he didn’t do relationships and. “Have they ever been in a relationship?”
“I don’t know about Nash before he came to the club but definitely not since. And Scott hasn’t had a girlfriend since just after high school.”
“How old is Scott?”
“He’s thirty-four. Why?”
“Well, I’m just wondering how someone gets to be thirty-four and not had a relationship since high school. And let’s face it, a high school fling is hardly a real relationship.”
“Scott’s been pretty focused on Storm his whole life. And, he’s screwed some real nasty bitches. As in, bitches who tried to trap him by getting pregnant from the one time they slept together. That’s happened to him twice now, and then there’s been the stalkers who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Those club whores who are desperate to become an old lady will stop at nothing to get their claws into one of the Storm boys. So, I think Scott’s been burnt by women to tell you the truth.”
“Scott’s got kids?” I was surprised; even though I thought he’d make a good father, I had gotten the impression he didn’t have any.
“No. One of them was pregnant but miscarried; thank God. The other bitch was lying but Scott didn’t work that out for a couple of months, so she put him through it for awhile.”
We sat in silence for a moment, drinking our coffee. I was thinking about Scott; he’d been screwed over like I had. Sure, it was in a different way but still, he’d been screwed because when someone takes your trust like that and stomps all over it, it marks your soul.
“So, what’s the deal with you, Scott and Blade?”