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I eyed her suspiciously.“I thought you said you travel light?”

Maddy bit her bottom lip and shrugged.“Can we go shopping when we get there?”

Not able to deny her anything, I rolled my eyes.“We can go shopping when we get there,” I agreed, secretly loving the way her face filled with joy.

Chapter13

Maddy

Riding on the back of German’s bike was everything I remembered it to be and more.The fresh air.The roar of the engine.The freedom of the open road.It was like riding lightning, and every bit as stimulating.

It was also hard work.I’d planned on trying to seduce German with my feminine wiles the moment we got to the motel in Monet.But, with how exhausting my day had been, my belly full from dinner, and all the excitement of the ride, I’d fallen asleep within minutes of getting to the motel.And that was really saying something, as the place wasn’t exactly the cleanest room I’d ever stayed in.

In the morning, I called the vet clinic and told them I was going to be out of town for a few weeks due to a death in the family.As expected, they were incredibly understanding and told me to take as much time as I needed.I hated lying to them, but I couldn’t tell them the truth about what was actually going on.

German and I went out for breakfast afterward and then he’d taken me shopping for some Club girl ‘essentials’.I’m not going to lie, what he’d bought me was pretty scandalous.Especially the skirt.The tops weren’t much better.The shoes were a whole other topic that would have had Freud spinning in his grave.By the time we left, and I’d snuck in some purchases German hadn’t approved, we had two bulging bags of clothes safely secured to the bike’s saddle bags.

Now rested, I was ready to enact my plan.Tonight, I was going to dress up for my man, as any good Club girl should, and I was going to officially make him mine.Gone was Maddy, the little goody-two-shoes private school girl who spent a decade hoping a man would come toher.Tonight, I was Lexi, a free-spirited biker chick who saw what she wanted and grabbed it by the balls with both hands!

The theme of the night was cheap and big.And I was going to do both loud and proud.My hair.My makeup.And my clothes.Wrapping my thick hair in cheap spiral curlers I’d bought next door at the Dollar General, I used the built-in dryer at the motel to set the tight curls.

For my makeup, I went with a pallet combo of browns and plums which accentuated my already round, wide eyes, rimming them with a black liner that I smudged for drama.Strategically placed blush made my cheekbones look high and pronounced.Red-lined and painted lips made my bow-shaped mouth look pouty and full.

My clothes were nearly all leather.I’d gone with the flippy skirt that German had debated over in the store.Only, I hadn’t purchased the one he’d wanted.I’d substituted it for the even shorter model he’d silently drooled over but vetoed as being “too trashy” on me.Too trashy for Maddy, I thought with a smile.But not Lexi.Lexi was ready to show some skin and she didn’t listen to anyone when it came to what she wanted.

I couldn’t, in good conscience, even call what I was wearing on my breasts a top.It was essentially a bra with some cool detailing.The bandeau was a white scrap of cloth that led to a tapered V just above my belly button and tied around my neck like a bikini.My heavy chest, cinched together by only wire and fabric, bulged over the bodice in a way that would have made Maddy blush and rush to change.But not Lexi.Lexi loved the way it looked and pulled it even lower and tighter to amp up the sexual effect.The combat-style boots were the final touch.Stretching up to my thighs they added a tough girl vibe to the outfit I absolutely adored.

A knock sounded at the door of our motel then.It must be German’s friend Dozer.He was stopping by before the party to talk Club business.Finishing up my makeup, I began to carefully extract the spiral curlers from my hair.Tossing my head back and forth when I was sure everything was dry, my tresses fell in tight curls in a tousled red halo around my face.Disappointed I had to wear the helmet tonight, I decided the windblown look would only add to my free-spirited persona.

At around ten, German knocked on the bathroom door and said, “Babe, you ready to go?”

I was ready.Ready for the party, and ready for the big reveal.I, Lexi, fluffed my hair, rubbed my glossy red-lined lips together, and took a deep steadying breath before opening the bathroom door.

German’s face hardened the moment he saw me.His gaze took in my hair and my makeup, hovered for several seconds on my breasts, noted my bare stomach and uber-short skirt, then traveled to the tips of my heeled boots before doing it all over again in reverse.

I could see every part of him wanted to protest the portions of my outfit he hadn’t approved.Which, to be fair, was everything but the boots.But, with Dozer standing behind him, he couldn’t say a word.After all, I was Lexi, Club girl to the Devils.And Club girls didn’t get scolded for being scandalous.His proverbial hands were tied behind his back.And the look on German’s face let me know he was furious about it.

Brushing past him into the bedroom, I saw Dozer and smiled big.“Hey there,” I greeted, my character really coming to life as I crossed the room in my combat boots.“I’m Lexi.You must be Dozer.”

Dozer was the Road Master for the Raiders.As most bikers seemed to be, he was rugged, covered in tattoos, leather, and a whole lot of swagger.

“Hey there, Lexi,” the man returned, his eyes giving a repeat performance of what German’s had just done only seconds ago.“I see you’re ready for the party tonight.”

Smiling, I saucily quipped, “I do love a good party.”

“Oh yeah?”Dozer returned, taking a step closer.“You like to party?”

German’s face, no longer stone, was now as hot as lava.Stepping in between us, he placed his arm around my waist and pulled me so tightly against his side I could have been wearing the corset he’d bought me and not known the difference.

“We’ll meet you outside in a moment, Dozer,” German said, dismissing the man without even looking in his direction.His gaze never wavered from mine, which made my skin feel like it had erupted into a thousand tiny, licking geysers.

Dozer chuckled.“Got it.I’m going to have a cigarette.Take your time,” he said before exiting the motel room.

As soon as he was gone, German spun me about.“What are you wearing?”he angrily demanded.

I turned in a slow circle to show him my entire outfit.“What you bought me,” I said innocently, though that wasn’t the entire truth.He had paid for it all.He just hadn’t been aware of some of the substitutions I’d made when he wasn’t looking.

German openly glared at me.“The only thing on your body I remember purchasing were those boots.And I’m regretting those too, right about now.”

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