Page 48 of Bishop

Boots moaned again. “Would you stop talking dirty to each other! My jeans are getting tight over here. If you guys start kissing, I’m going to pull over and watch. Club be damned!”

Amelia slingshot a tube top in his direction. “Watch the road, Prospect!”

Subconsciously, I hiked up the low neckline a bit. “Are you sure it’s not too much, um, skin?”

“Nope,” she returned, pulling the elastic free from my ponytail. “It’s just the right amount. Now for your hair. I’m thinking we should leave it half up, half down. Go for a tousled, bed-head look.”

I was game. I couldn’t do hair for shit. I usually just put it back and left it to air dry. “Sure. Whatever you think looks best.”

Jumping into action, Amelia quickly twisted and knotted into a style that was both functional and sexy. Pulling out a spray bottle from her bottomless bag, she spritzed the hair that cascaded over my shoulders and scrunched it.

Handing me a mirror, she asked, “What do you think?”

It was way better than anything I could have done, and she’d managed it in under five minutes. “I love it! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Please come home with me, Amelia, and do my hair and makeup every day!”

“For the love of God, ladies, my pants!” Boots shouted at us and we both dissolved into giggles.

“What’s wrong, Boots? You’ve been particularly on edge lately,” Amelia inquired.

“Well, that’s because I’m hard all the time. As a Prospect, I don’t have access to the Club girls like the other guys do,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Plus, I’m always too busy to get my dick sucked at Club parties because I’m on duty.”

Amelia wrinkled her cute nose. “Double gross. Those girls are like walking used condoms, Boots. I’ll never understand why guys do that,” she groused to me. “Do yourself a favor and find yourself a girl that you and your buddies don’t share. Then you’ll be happy.”

I looked down at my hands as I contemplated what she’d just said. It was clear that Bishop didn’t have such restrictions when it came to Club girls. Hell, I’d seen him practically mating with two of them at his party when I’d presented the cake.

Club girls or not, the twins were beautiful, experienced, and every man’s fantasy. How could I compete with that? I couldn’t, and I knew it.

“Well, if you brought around some hot friends that weren’t taken by my Brothers, I wouldn’t have to resort to such depravities,” Boots teased, taking a turn into the parking lot of Magpies.

Seeing me suddenly looking sad, Amelia asked, “What’s wrong? You don’t like your hair? The clothes? We can choose something else if you want.”

I didn’t know how to articulate my feelings to such a confident, beautiful woman like Amelia. “I’m just nervous,” I confessed, trying not to sound weak or pathetic.

She looked at Boots and said, “Can you give us a second?”

“Sure thing,” Boots replied, opening the door and stepping out of the SUV.

Leaning against the driver’s side door, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, and began scrolling absently through his phone.

“What’s up?” Amelia asked, taking my hand in hers comfortingly as she patiently awaited my response.

I shrugged. “I’m nervous about all the women your brother clearly can choose from. As I’m sure you know, Matty’s quite a presence. Handsome beyond reason. Strong. Capable of anything. And, well, I’m no one. I’m not half as beautiful or experienced as those twins he… dated. No amount of clothes or makeup is going to change that.”

Amelia looked me dead in the eye and said, “Bullshit! You’re incredible, Evie Wild! Beautiful, hard-working, and kind. All things that appeal to Bishop or any man worth having. As for the twins,” she gave a derisive snort. “There might be two of those sluts, but there’s only one of you. Lord knows I love my brother, but he isn’t Mr. Perfect. For all his beauty and charm, he has his faults. As his sister, I say he’s damned lucky to meet and keep a girl like you! And I know he thinks that, too.”

Tears pricked behind my eyelids, but I refused to let them loose to destroy the beautiful makeup my friend had just completed. “Thanks,” I said, clearing the frog from my throat with a little effort.

Amelia gave me a big hug. “Now, let’s go have some drinks and fun!”

We stepped out of the car and Boots looked me up and down, making a sharp whistling noise as he took in Amelia’s handiwork. “Bishop’s going to like that outfit. Those pants never disappoint!”

“See!” Amelia said cheerfully. “I told you, you look smoking hot in them, Evie. Let’s go inside and show you off, sexy!”

Boots looked disappointed. “What? No kiss for good luck to start the night off with?”

This time Amelia flipped him off. “Come on, Wingman. You’re on drink detail!”

Magpies was a dive bar but full of character. I loved it. Rich wood everywhere, dim lights, and cheap drinks. All aspects of nightlife I appreciated.

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