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Harlot's.

I was asking for trouble, but I wanted to see Ford. He was always lingering in the back of my mind, and my sex ached for him constantly.

I shook the thoughts from my mind. I needed to get Ford out of my head, and the only thing I could think of was to find another man to satisfy my needs and take my mind off the forbidden biker I couldn't have.

I blew out a breath as I typed out a reply.

Me:Surprise me.

I went back to my house to grab my makeup and clothes for the waitress gig, then headed to Nina's.

She had a small apartment near the casino district. It was exactly the kind of place I saw myself getting whenever I moved out on my own.

I knocked on her door, and she opened it after a few seconds. “Hey,” she greeted.

I smiled as I walked in. “Hey.”

“You want something to drink?” Nina asked as she closed the door behind me.

“I'll take a water.”

Nina grabbed a couple of bottles of water, and we went into her bedroom to get ready.

“So what can I expect tonight?” I asked as I blended my foundation.

She waved her hand flippantly. “A bunch of rich assholes who think they're God's gift to poker.”

I laughed as she continued, “Sometimes they can get a little handsy, but you'll walk away with at least five hundred.”

“Are you serious?”

Nina nodded. “Yep. One time, I left with a grand.”

I smiled. That was the kind of money I needed. “And you didn't have to take your clothes off or do anything sexual?”

Nina finished applying her mascara. “Nope,” she said, making a popping sound in place of the last syllable. “Easy money.”

If I could handle asshole bikers, I could definitely handle some rich jerks.

After finishing our makeup, we styled our hair and got dressed. I didn't have much lingerie, but I did have this sexy, red, lacy corset with matching cheeky panties that bordered on being a thong.

I wondered what Ford would think if he saw me in the lingerie. I pictured him growling as he stalked over to me, heated lust in those dark eyes of his, and ripping everything off me.

My sex clenched as I thought about him. His facial hair rubbing my lips raw, his rough hands running over my skin, and his huge cock filling me over and over again.

My panties became damp with arousal, and I cursed the infuriating biker. I wished I didn't feel anything for him; that I didn't want him. But if my body was any indication, I obviously did.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I inhaled a deep breath and pushed the thoughts of Ford from my mind.You. Can't. Have. Him.

I'd already told myself that hundreds of times since meeting him. I knew it was wrong. I knew there was no way we could work in the world we lived in. No matter how much I didn't want to be a part of the biker lifestyle, I was forced to because I was the daughter of a club president. Everything was against us, but that didn't seem to stop us when we were together.

I sighed. If only I could get my body on board with my mind.

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