Page 14 of Ginger

I nodded and got to work. While I scrambled half a dozen eggs, I put some bread in the toaster. I’d have normally made bacon or sausage to go with it, but it seemed we were out. In fact, the fridge was nearly bare, so we’d have to make a list and ask one of the girls to make a grocery run. It was part of how they earned their keep, in addition to keeping the place clean. They had a rotation, as well as the prospects, for basic shit like errands, laundry, dishes and that sort of crap.

“Ginger, what are your favorite foods and drinks?” I asked.

“I’m not picky,” she said.

I glanced at her over my shoulder. “Not what I asked.”

She worried at her bottom lip and shifted on Reno’s lap. “I like most soda, flavored water, and sweet tea.”

I plated the eggs and buttered the toast. “And food?”

“I like sweet stuff. I haven’t really tried many different foods. What I’ve eaten since coming here is the most variety I’ve ever had.”

She was breaking my fucking heart. I shared a look with Reno, and knew I’d be adding some stuff to the grocery list. Steaks. Pasta. Shrimp. And anything else I thought she might like to try. I only hoped she didn’t have food allergies. Chances were she didn’t have a clue if she did. I doubted her uncle had ever had her checked for something like that. Hell, I didn’t think he’d ever sent her to a doctor for anything at all.

It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have someone come check her out. She said she’d been to the clinic to get tested before coming here. Had they done a full blood work-up? Or anything else? I doubted it. Wouldn’t hurt to have her request her records from them. It would be good to have some sort of medical history whenever I called our doctor to come see her.

“We need to order her some clothes and get someone to pick them up,” Reno said. “Probably not safe to take her outside the clubhouse right now. Not with those men wanting to get their hands on her.”

“We can pile in the bed and use the laptop to shop.”

“I don’t need a lot,” Ginger said. “I have the one outfit already. One or two others would be more than enough.”

I slid the plate onto the table then got her some juice, and poured a cup of coffee for Reno, before sitting next to them. “You’ll buy as much as we deem necessary. Understood?”

She nodded and Reno fed her a bite of egg. We’d have to figure out who’s room we’d stay in. No point in keeping two of them since we’d claimed her together. Memphis came in, glared at the empty coffeepot and started prepping a fresh one.

“Heard Ginger is yours now,” he said without turning around. “Talked to Vegas, Houston, and Deigo last night. Since the two of you had rooms side by side, and you’re going to need some space, we’re going to open up the wall between the two. You can use one half as a bedroom, and put in a small living area in the other.”

His words surprised me. I hadn’t realized they’d have such an in-depth discussion about us and Ginger last night. Nor had I thought the club would go so far as to giving us a larger living area. I appreciated it, and knew Ginger would too. We could get a loveseat and chair, bigger TV, and maybe a bookshelf if she liked to read. Maybe even add a small table with chairs so we could take our meals upstairs.

“I take it we’ll be shopping for more than clothes,” Reno said.

“Yep. Memphis, any idea when we can open up that wall?”

“Whenever you want. The two of you both know how to do that sort of work. Do it today if you’d like.”

“Clothes for Ginger first,” Reno said.

I had to agree. While I liked seeing her in my shirt, I wanted more clothing on her when she wasn’t in our room. Didn’t matter that everyone had seen her naked already. She wasn’t ours then. Well, maybe we’d considered her to belong to us even then, but she’d been the club’s property.

“Is this going to cause problems with anyone?” I asked.

“No. Vegas made the announcement last night. The girls seemed happy for Ginger, and none of your brothers were upset by the news. I think we all knew the two of you looked at Ginger differently than the others. Wasn’t a big shock when Vegas said you wanted to claim her as your old lady.”

“Since she knows the other girls, at least we won’t have the drama some of the other clubs have had,” Reno said.

“Drama?” Ginger asked.

“When someone takes an old lady, it’s not uncommon for the club whores to get jealous or try to cause problems. The old ladies often look down on the club girls.” I reached over and ran my fingers down her cheek. “Your situation is unique, so we won’t have those problems.”

“I feel weird,” she said.

“Why?” Reno tightened his hold on her.

“I’m not sure how to act or what to do. Now that I’m not on call to please anyone who wants me, what am I supposed to do with my time?”

“Whatever you want,” I said. “Within reason. If you like to read, we can buy some books for you. Do you have any hobbies?”

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