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“No,” I answer honestly. “I was always told to stay away from anyone associated with the club.” I look at Layla. “We both were.”

“That didn’t work out so well,” Amber says with a giggle as she fluffs her hair.

“Brin saw Wolfe and a few of the guys this week, though, and almost pissed her panties,” Layla tells them. The girls laugh as they down another shot.

I groan. “It was… embarrassing, but I froze. I just sat there and stared at him. He looked me over like he was about to demand my personal info,” I comment. “And he seems… terrifying, he stared right at me.”

“He is,” they all say in unison and laugh some more.

“But goddamn, he’s fucking hot. BDE for sure,” Amber snorts out.

“BDE?” I ask, and the girls laugh harder.

“You are innocent, aren’t you, new girl?” Maria chuckles.

“Biker dick energy,” Chantel fills me in.

Oh.

Hot? I’ve never looked at a man like that as hot before. Visions of him pinning me up against his bike overtake me. My body heats and I feel the pink creeping up my cheeks. I squeeze my eyes shut to force the vision from my mind.

“And trust me, he lives up to the hype,” Chantel says, cutting into my thoughts like she knows firsthand.

I cross my ankles and play with the hem on my dress.

“I can’t even imagine being with a man like that. He’s intimidating, to say the least,” I say, focusing on the hem like it’s the most intriguing thing on earth.

“You can be afraid of him and still want him…” Chantel says. They all laugh, and now I think they all know firsthand.

“Forgive me for asking this but, have you all slept with him?” I ask incredulously.

“I haven’t,” Layla pipes up sweetly, arm raised. “The only member of HOH I’ve slept with is Sean.” She giggles using the acronym the town does for the Hounds of Hell.

“On the first night you met him.” Maria smirks.

I look at my friend.

“Couldn’t help it, all he had to do was touch me.” Layla smiles wistfully, and I feel a pang of uncontrollable jealousy.

I look at the other three girls as Chantel points between herself and the other two. “As far as not sleeping with Wolfe… we can’t say the same, but that’s ancient history. Like, years ago ancient history.” They laugh and there’s something about it—maybe the fruity shots I just inhaled—that makes me laugh with them.

“You all are a lot braver than I am,” I admit honestly.

“Don’t knock it till you try it. You hang around long enough, it’s just inevitable,” Maria says, spraying perfume down her cleavage.

“Hey, don’t bust my friend’s chops. She’s had two years of mediocre and occasional orgasms.” Layla winks.

I mouth the word “asshole” at her, and she grins. I love that our friendship is the type that picks right up where it left off even when time passes. Right now, I’m thanking my lucky stars I ran into her last week. At least I feel like I have someone. With Layla it’s always easy.

Layla stands up and makes her way to the mirror behind us to primp. I follow her because sitting here makes me antsy.

“So… will he be there tonight?” I ask, hating myself for not being able to hold the question in, I lean in to apply lipstick in the mirror beside Layla. As soon as I do and see Chantel’s smirk over my shoulder, I want to curl into a ball of embarrassment because she’s totally on to me.

“Wolfe? Of course. Nothing happens at the club if he isn’t there,” Layla says. She bites her lip in thought as she pulls gloss out of her purse, using the same mirror I stand in front of to apply it before side eyeing me.

“You know, you could have some fun with him,” Layla says, rubbing her lips together.

I scoff.

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