Page 9 of Goose

Chapter Two

Bambi

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ICOLLAPSE ON MY LIVINGroom floor as soon as I slam the door on that fucker’s face. I hate Sawyer ‘Goose’ Crawford.

Okay, so maybe I don’t totally hate him. He had saved me time and time again. From when I was little to now. He was my best friend, but lately, he just seemed so different.

I had caught feelings for my best friend and there was no taking that back. How do you fall out of love with somebody you are forced to see every day? His sister is my best friend, and his sister-in-law is my other best friend. I work for his motorcycle club, live in their building, and I’m completely attached in every way possible.

I wipe my face with the back of my hand and get up. Shaking my head, I stand tall and walk down to my bedroom. I am Bambi Quinn Krüger, for fuck’s sake! I don’t take shit from anybody.

Sitting down at my make-up station, I take a deep breath and apply my make-up. Sexy smokey eyes, deep red lipstick, and flawless foundation. I curl my blonde hair and carefully clip some of it back.

I walk over to my closet and browse through my clothes. I need something to lift me up, remind me of the badass woman I am. Smiling, I find my favorite black leather miniskirt and slip it on. A skin-tight, cheetah print long-sleeved shirt peeks out from the drawer, convincing me to grab it.

Finally, I find my thigh-high black leather boots and pull them on. Looking in my floor-length mirror, I smirk.I look fucking hot.

I grab my cell and drop it in my small purse as I hurry downstairs. The girls are probably running amuck right now. It honestly feels like I’m dealing with toddlers sometimes.

Opening the back door, I can hear Mad Dog arguing with Tiffani, our star dancer.

“Fuck, Tiffani! I’m not giving you your own goddamn area. You have your own dressing room, that is enough.”

Tiffani whines. “Mad Dog. Please.”

“No. Now go get ready. I am not dealing with you again. Go on now. Hurry before Bambi comes down here.”

Laughing, I quietly sneak into my office and close the door. Tiffani is a handful, to say the least. I know I need to find or train a new star dancer and get rid of her. Her head is getting too big, and she needs to be knocked down a few pegs.

I grab the folder out of my drawer of all the girl’s headshots and stats. Things have changed around here since I took charge. No more sleeping with the girls, no more favorites, no more half-assed plans.

Shuffling through the pictures, I pick a few girls that I think have potential. I still have to run everything by Mad Dog, but he lets me run the show.

I pick them up and head out the door to the main area of the club. Studio Forty-Eight is split into four sections; the main stage, where the main bar is and the girls dance. The back area, where the dressing rooms and offices are. The private area, where we have private dance rooms that can be rented out for parties. Lastly, there’s the basement where we have more... raunchy shows.

The top floor of the building is my oasis; my beautiful apartment. Mad Dog let me pick everything out right down to my hot pink front door.

As I turn down the hallway, I bump right into Mad Dog. He grabs my arms to steady me, then looks down. His blue-green, almost grey eyes scan down my body.

He shakes his head, then looks into my eyes. “You okay? Sorry, I was dealing with Tiffani’s bullshit and wasn’t watching where I was going.”

I laugh, “I’m good, Mad Dog. Speaking of Tiffani... I have some new girls I would like to feature. Tiffani is great, but she’s getting lazy and entitled. Maybe some healthy competition will make her work harder and realize we can easily replace her.”

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