Page 64 of Tempting All The Way

He tilts his head. “You know you’re not the first little rich girl coming in here looking for a way to get Daddy’s attention. Word of advice? It never ends well.”

“Huh, well, damn, I really wanted Daddy to notice me. If that’s not going to work, maybe I’ll just find myself a new daddy. Surely there’s a few guys in here who’d want to audition for the role.” I watch Lucy smirk as her eyes roam the packed room full of bikers.

“It’s your funeral, baby.” The nameless bartender stalks off.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hiss in her ear.

“Having a bit of fun while we kill time. You know what I hate?” she asks me.

“What?”

“Fuck boys who think they know me. Who assume I’m a spoilt little rich girl and nothing more. I’m more than my family’s money, Shar.” There’s a sadness to her voice.

“I know that, and fuck anyone who doesn’t see how truly amazing you are. Besides, I don’t like sharing you, so I’m fine with being the only one who sees your greatness.” I lean in and kiss her cheek, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“Thank you.” Lucy lifts her glass in the air. “To us becoming sisters,” she toasts.

I clink my glass with hers and take a sip. “That is definitely jumping the gun, LuLu.”

“Meh, I predict that within six months my brother will have a ring on that finger.”

“Ah, no, he won’t,” I deny. Surely not. Am I ready for that kind of commitment? When I think of spending the rest of my life with Xavier, the only answer is yes.

Shit, I can’t be thinking like this. I will not be that needy, clingy girlfriend whose sole focus is getting a ring.

“She’s here, two o’clock,” Lucy says. “Don’t look,” she adds, when I go to turn my head.

“Okay, what do we do now?” I ask.

“We befriend her, right?”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” I agree. “How do we do that, exactly?”

“Shots,” she answers, then snaps her fingers at the bartender, who frowns in return.

“You called, your highness,” he grunts as he approaches us.

“I want a tray of shots, tequila,” she asks with a polite smile.

“Tequila shots? How many?”

“Ten.”

He glares at her for a moment—what he’s searching for, I haven’t the slightest—before pouring ten shots. And lining them up on a tray.

Lucy turns to me. “Wait here,” she says, slipping off her stool.

I watch as she approaches the woman in question. I don’t know what they’re talking about. Lucy points over at me and they both start walking my way.

“Sharon, this is—shit. I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t get your name.” Lucy touches the woman’s arm in a friendly gesture.

“Juliet.” She smiles.

“This is Juliet. She’s going to help us out with these shots, but we need a body, right? Who do you think we can convince to let us do body shots off them?” Lucy asks.

“Um… hold on. Jay, get your sexy ass over here,” Juliet yells out.

A young guy struts over with what I’m assuming he thinks is a sexy smirk—really it’s just creepy and fucking gross. “What’s up, sugar?” he asks.

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