Page 45 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 16

Peer handed Lizzy twodrinks from the kitchen of the clubhouse. Roar stood back, leaning against the wall. He'd seen Lizzy in uniform and around her house. The Lizzy that answered her door when he picked her up was a woman who'd dressed to get a man's attention.

Her short denim skirt hit her high on the thigh, showing off her fabulous ass. Long, bare legs with her high heels went on for fucking forever. He raised his gaze to the white tank top with diamonds along the low neckline. Her plush breasts, pushing out of her bra, entertained him.

She kept nothing hidden. Her clothes fit her like a glove.

Brage wandered over and stood beside him, following Roar's gaze. "We'd have more business at the bar if Lizzy wore that outfit while working."

He grunted. "She's a good girl."

"I can see that." Brage stepped into his vision, blocking him from seeing Lizzy. "She's not a part of Slag."

"I know." He inhaled slowly. "That's my problem, not yours."

"It's on you, Prez." Brage walked away.

Lizzy turned, holding the drinks, and studied the room until her gaze landed on him and she smiled, walking forward. Out of his peripheral vision, he caught Norah making a beeline for him.

Shit.

"Brage," he shouted, gaining his vice president's attention.

He lifted his chin in Norah's direction. Brage stepped in front of his sister, blocking her access to Roar.

"Here you go." Lizzy held out a glass and grinned, her eyes lighting up. "Just like at work, except you don't have to tip me."

"Want a tour?" he said.

"Absolutely." She walked beside him.

He headed toward the stairs since she'd seen the main part of downstairs and the kitchen. Going up the steps, he let her go first, enjoying the sway of her ass.

She stopped at the top of the landing. "So all your members sleep here?"

"Most. It takes time for those who want to rent in the area to get housing." He opened the first room. "The officers have the single bedrooms. Then, we have a community room for everyone else. Eventually, there will only be twenty-thirty people staying here. Mostly single men, who only need a bed and somewhere to close their eyes."

She pointed to the first door. "Is this your bedroom?"

"No." He lifted his chin. "Fifth door."

She raised her brows. "Are you going to give me the official tour?"

Bad idea. He already walked around half stiff having her with him. Alone with her, he'd want to do something about the condition she left him in.

He opened the door and swung it open, letting her go inside. She flipped the light switch on. The room unimpressive with the basic furniture. It was a place to lay his head and shut himself away from everyone when the need hit him.

"It's nice." She walked over to the window and looked out. "Even at night, because of the back streetlight, you've got a view of the train tracks. Do they keep you awake?"

"The first couple of months." He chuckled. "Even with the extra insulation we put in this place, I can still feel the rumble."

"Coco and I walked on the tracks one day a couple of years ago." She smiled softly. "It was during one of our exercise phases that lasts a whole two days before we give up and admit that we worked too much to enjoy doing anything exhausting after being on our feet for eight hours."

"The tracks are dangerous," he said.

"We found that out the hard way. There are places where you can't get off the track because of a tall fence on both sides. We were busy trying to stay on the railroad ties between the tracks and talking when we heard the whistle. We were stuck, not knowing whether to run back or run forward. Scared us to death."

"Stay off the tracks."

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