Page 35 of Triple the Danger

Saylor blinked and then shook her head. “Alright, I’m starting to see why the men give you all funny looks when you walk by,” she told them drily.

They all laughed. “Saylor, around here, if we so much as breathe, they give us funny looks,” Karissa told her. “I swear, none of them thought they would ever have women in their lives, or kids, and they don’t know how to handle the shit we all do. Well, they definitely don’t know how to handle Glitch and I, that’s for sure.”

“Because they haven’t come to the twenty-first century and are still stuck in the fifties,” Glitch said as she came over, Saylor’s laptop in hand. She handed it to her and added, “Though we’re starting to get them to the sixties, maybe even seventies. It’s a slow process, but we might be able to reach the turn of the century within the next decade.”

Saylor chuckled. “Something tells me that is going to a full-time job. Thanks for getting that set up. I’m behind in work and I need to get caught up.”

“No problem. And don’t worry, I didn’t snoop,” she added with a wink.

“I should probably get started so I don’t get any further behind,” Saylor said as she stood. “I’ll talk to you all later?”

“We’ll be around,” Karissa said with a grin. “You going to be up in Jax’s room?”

“Apparently I have to work here, so I guess so,” Saylor sighed. “I don’t work well with a lot of things going on, so I’m hoping I can focus in there.”

“Have fun with that,” Glitch grinned.

Saylor nodded, said her goodbyes, and then headed up the stairs and back to Jax’s room. It was odd being in there without him, but she told herself it was only temporary. He might be trouble, but as much as she admired all the women and how they made their place here, she wasn’t going to be one of them.

She had to get back home to her life, and that meant she would just have to enjoy Jax until she left.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SAYLOR

Her eyes were bleary as she stared at her computer, finishing up the last of the tasks she needed to get done. She glanced at the time on her phone and realized it was already mid-afternoon; she had been working nonstop since morning. She saw a couple of missed messages from Jax, but she didn’t bother answering them. She had to finish, and she didn’t have time to indulge him. She didn’t even glance at the mess she’d made of the desk. Notes, a couple of pens that she found in her bag, and some highlighters she used to mark up her ideas on the notes littered the surface. She’d clean it up when she was done, she just had to keep pushing another few minutes.

When she was finally finished, she felt drained mentally. But she got herself caught up and sent updates to her clients, apologizing for the delays due to a personal emergency. Thankfully most of them had been understanding, while the final client only said they would contact her to fix any errors. She didn’t mind though. They were busy, and she had put them behind; that was stressful for any business. Still, she had been careful to include clauses for this exact kind of situation in her contracts, so her butt was covered.

She stretched her arms over her head, rotated her neck, and closed her eyes. It felt so good to be done, but now she was starving. She used the bathroom quickly before grabbing her phone and heading out the door. She’d come back up and deal with the mess after she got some food.

When she got down to the common area, there weren’t many people around, though she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. Most were probably working. There was a Prospect behind the bar cleaning up, and a woman she never saw before, but by the look of her short shorts, tube top, heavy make-up, and the icy glare she sent her way as soon as she spotted her, she figured this had to be one of the club girls. Instead of engaging, she looked at the Prospect and asked, “Which way to the kitchen?”

He nodded toward the door a little further down. “Head through there. I think Glitch is in there.” She nodded and headed that way, ignoring the club girl who was still glaring at her. When she walked into the kitchen, she felt a grin split her face when she saw Glitch mixing something, while also snapping her teeth like a wild animal at Code, who was reaching for the bowl.

“Touch this, and I’ll make you bleed, caveman” Glitch warned him dangerously.

“Kitten, we both know I love when you bite and use your claws,” Code drawled with a wicked grin.

“I’m not getting blood in the batter,” she told him with a sniff. Then her eyes moved to Saylor, and she smiled. “Speaking of caves, you’ve finally decided to leave yours? I thought I was going to have to come up and drag you out when I finished this.”

“Sorry, when I get in a groove I kind of tune everything out until I’m done,” Saylor said as she approached the large island. “What are you making?”

“A cheesecake,” Glitch said with a smile. “But this one, and anyone else that finds out what I’m making, like to taste the batter. Hence the biting.” She narrowed her eyes in a mock glare. “That goes for you too, missy. New or not, I won’t hesitate to bite you either.”

“Maybe I’m into that,” Saylor leered, but then laughed when Glitch winked at her and Code scowled. “Don’t worry, big guy, I won’t bite your lady unless she asks me to. What I really am is hungry.”

“Help yourself to whatever you can find,” Code offered. “There are probably some leftovers in the fridge.”

She headed for the fridge, ignoring the giggles and growls coming from the couple behind her. She could appreciate they were happy, but it also made her want to gag a little. Instead, she grabbed some items to make a sandwich and turned around to use the end of the island to start assembling. Only as soon as she set the items down, the door from the common room slammed open and in walked the same club girl from earlier, along with whom Saylor could only assume was a second one, based on her similar outfit and hair. Both women made a beeline for her, not even acknowledging Glitch or Code, who had gone silent.

Saylor said nothing as she continued to make her sandwich. “Who the fuck are you?” one of the women demanded.

Saylor merely replied politely, “My name is Saylor. And yours?”

“You don’t need to know my fucking name,” the woman hissed. “Who the fuck gives their kid such a stupid fucking name? Did they think you were going to be a fucking pirate?”

“Is fuck or fucking one of the only words you know?” Saylor asked curiously. “We need to get you a thesaurus or something so you can learn a few more words.”

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