The rules have been mostly forgotten, but now that we’re running on a serious cash flow, we have to have some standards and act legit.
“Find us a new lawyer,” Ryder replies with a grunt.
“Look, he’s probably fine with it. Let’s just set the date and send him a postcard,” I say. “All in favor?” All hands go up. There, done. Next?
The doors to Altitude fly open, and in walks Cassie and the rest of the girls, holding our pizza hostage.
“This is a closed party—” Jackson starts, looking directly at his younger sister, Shelby.
“Shove it, bro. We’re here for the game, and seeing as you ordered this most excellent pizza, we’ll take a cut of that, too. Go on, continue your Boy Scout meeting.” Shelby dumps the pizza on the bar and heads for our alcohol.
“We’re also here for your beer and your seventy inch TV,” Avery adds. She brushes her dark hair behind her ears as she rolls up Jackson’s plans.
“Because size really does matter,” Ruby agrees, taking a beer from Shelby. Together they’ve done as much for the club as we have. The law of the nightclub business is pretty simple: get pretty girls to show up, and guys who buy them drinks will follow. Men flock to Shelby’s dark hair and biker sense of style, and when they can’t get her, Ruby’s right there to show them the truth about redheads. Shelby and Ruby are professionals at promotion by now.
“Don’t listen to them. They’re just hangry,” Cassie says, draping herself around Ryder. “I’m here for something tastier than pizza and beer.” She gives him a long kiss. I can’t help but roll my eyes and look away.
Scanning the bar, I stop on a rare specimen of a grade-A ass bent over my bar. Encased in a pair of blue, skinny jeans that would look great on my apartment floor, is the tightest, sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. Who in the hell has Shelby found to torture me with now?
A head with blond curls comes up, her hands full of beer bottles. That ass belongs to Savannah Sunday. Fuck me. Especially if your name is Savannah.
She needs to get out of her business suits and date night dresses more often. Her Harvard t-shirt is tight across her chest and misses meeting her jeans by inches. If she dressed like that after hours, she’d have men tripping over each other to ask her out. She’d probably collect more numbers than I do in a single night. Hell, I’d give her my number and definitely try to talk her upstairs and out of those jeans.
She gives Cassie and Ryder a playful shove as she passes. “Get a room and stop making us single people hate you.” Her curls bounce around her heart shaped face as she takes a seat across from me and holds out a beer for me.
“Yeah, we don’t want to see any of that here. This is a classy establishment,” I add, hastily giving my mouth something to do besides think about what it would feel like getting Savannah off.
I take a swig of beer and lean back in my chair, balancing it on two legs.
“Interested in some tales from the trenches?” Savannah asks, forcing me to break my concentration. The other girls are still over by the bar pouring drinks, so we’re pretty much alone here in the corner.
“Lay it on me.”
“I met this guy at a bar—he had me doing a bunch of tequila shots, even made me an indecent proposal.”
I flash her a smile. “Yeah? What’s this one called?”
“Let’s call him Mr. Fuckable,” she says, staring me directly in the eye. Whoa there.
“I’m with you on the name.” I say, trying to figure her out. I thought we were just playing the other night, but she’s looking at me with a new glint in her eyes.
Sexy as hell.
“Mr. Fuckable’s tall, blond, and muscular,” she continues. “He’s got this tattoo that just barely winks at me and I really want to find out where it goes…”
I don’t know what’s gotten into her tonight, but this feels like a challenge I’m not backing down from. “So what will it take, Savy?”
“Hmm.” She pretends to think hard. “Well, the thing is, I think he is a big talker. I’m not sure his moves can live up to his mouth.”
“Just wait ‘til you feel what this mouth can do, especially when applied liberally and vigorously.”
“So sure of himself.” She tips her beer back, wrapping her lips around the top of the bottle, provocatively. “But it’s the talkers that are often the biggest disappointments.”
“Really? I think it just proves their tongues are nimble.” I give her a wink, and she looks away. Don’t worry, Savy, I promise to leave you screaming for more. I can already feel her thighs lock around my head as I lick her to climax.
I’m not sure if we’re still playing, but I figure I’ll leave my cards on the table while I still have the chance.