Page 79 of Indecent Lies
Poppy was dressed the complete opposite, about as girlie as girlie got, because now she had all her clothes back, she’d chosen a shimmering silver dress that hit mid-thigh and filled out the bust with her little boobs and she teamed it with blood red shoes and her hair curled, thanks to her curling iron being in those stupid trunks too, it hung in mounds of rivers over her shoulders.
“Cinderella, how did I ever think you were boring? You’ve got one of those Renegade Souls wrapped around your little finger.”
Poppy wished.
They’d made coffee this morning, he’d grunted that he was going for a run and then to finish off one of the apartments downstairs. No mention of the orgasms or why he climbed into her bed or held her all night long.
“He’s not.”
“Not what?”
“Part of the Renegade Souls MC anymore.”
“Huh, what do you mean? He’s Texas. He’s been part of that crew for ages.”
“Not any more he isn’t.”
They were in a bar calledWild Joe’s.Roux insisted it was safe because it was a Diablo Disciples territory bar and according to Roux, most biker bars were neutral, which meant if other MC’s came in, they didn’t get into fights.
All Poppy knew was she was having the best time.
“He get kicked out?”
Looking across at Roux, she shrugged. The liquor made her loose lipped, she didn’t think Tait would care for her spreading his business, even to Roux.
“I can’t really say, can we forget I mentioned it and get back to having a good time?”
Roux laughed. “Sure. Did you text that asshole ex yet?”
As a matter of fact, she hadn’t. And didn’t plan to. Ronnie’s point had been made quite clear with his couple of crappy messages. He wasn’t missing her, why should she care?
“Nope, good riddance to everyone in Harrison, New York.” She lifted up her nearly empty glass and toasted every person who she thought loved her and didn’t. It was a short list and each person hurt her heart but screw them. She’d be fine without them.
They danced.
They gossiped more about Tait, and how crazy she was for him.
Roux fed her a lot of advice to get him to come around to doing more things with her.
The advice was frankly shocking to say the least, she was sure some of it wasn’t even anatomically correct, but she sat, wide-eyed, soaking it in.
None of her friends back home were like Roux. They were one dimensional, self-centered. Much like Poppy herself, or how she’d been taught to be.
She didn’t want to be a Harrison clone, she wanted to live wild and free.
And she wanted to live with Tait.
She wanted to ride on the back of his bike, go anywhere and befree.
“So, let me get this right. The bikers are weird about which girl rides on the back of his motorcycle?”
Both of Poppy’s eyebrows winged up higher onto her forehead as Roux went on to explain yet another tradition the MC world held.
“Yeah, some claim the seat is only for their old ladies… that means wife, girlfriend, someone they’re serious about, not just a random hook up.”
“What about cars, are they the same about who gets in those too?”
They’d make terrible Uber drivers.
