Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Let’s see if we can check the footage, and take it from there.” I smile to reassure her. Not sure it works.
She eyes the empty locker again. “Okay.”
The lady at the help desk looks sturdy and no-nonsense, her attention focused on a romance novel with her feet up on another chair. Quiet job. Getting paid for doing nothing is a nice deal if you can get it. Her black hair is twisted into a tight bun, and the tip of her tongue is poking out of the corner of her mouth as she reads.
We stand back and let Poe do his thing. He rolls his eyes, but by the time he’s at the window, he’s ready to turn on the charm. It takes her a long minute to put down her book and look up, but when she does, the vaguely annoyed expression she had at being interrupted melts into something different. Her name tag says Georgia.
“Can I help you?” she whispers.
He smiles. “I’m sure you can, Georgia. My friend had something stolen out of her locker. We noticed you have security cameras, so we were hoping you could help us find out what happened. I’d be real grateful.”
Her eyes narrow a little in suspicion. “The company isn’t responsible for any lost or stolen items. It’s all made very clear in the contract. Was the lock broken?”
Paige shakes her head. “No.”
I glance down at the book she’s reading. Three Brothers For Bethany. There’s a pretty woman on the front, caught between three shirtless cowboys. Maybe we’re going about this the wrong way. I nudge Poe aside and lean closer, putting my arm on the ledge where she’ll be sure to see my tattoos. “Can I be honest with you, honey?”
Her eyes are fixed on the part of my arm where a redhead is getting kissed by one guy while another drives into her from behind. “Um, sure?”
“Here's the deal. We do need to check the security footage, but the truth is a little delicate.”
She looks up, obviously curious. “Delicate?”
Got her. Poe might be the prettiest, but I think our new friend Georgia likes a little more spice in her life. “Alright, it's like this.” I nod my head over at Paige. “We were having a bit too much fun downstairs and didn’t notice the cameras. If Sarah’s husband finds out about her little… adventure, it wouldn’t be good. You get me?”
Her eyes flit over to Paige standing between Savage and Poe. Savage throws an arm over her shoulder and Poe puts one around her waist. Paige’s expression goes from worried to mortified. Her cheeks flush and I can tell she’s doing everything she can not to hop out of her own skin. People will do a lot for a million dollars, even let a stranger think they’re fucking three bikers.
Georgia licks her lips. “Really?”
I wink. “We had some toys stashed in the locker, you know? We were going to head to a motel, but never quite made it that far.”
“Oh… oh my.” Georgia’s jaw drops.
“Crank,” Paige bites out in a strangled tone.
I hold up my hand. “Shh, babe. I'm sorry, I know you’re shy, but if anyone checks the tapes, you know damn well it’ll hit the internet in no time.”
Paige whimpers. I shouldn’t enjoy teasing her this much, but I fucking do. I hope Georgia is buying what I’m selling, because honestly, she’s a pretty thing and if circumstances were different, I’d be more than happy to share her with my brothers.
Poe’s hand strokes down Paige’s thigh. Her breathing picks up.
“All… all four of you?” Georgia glances down at her book, then back up at me.
“Oh yeah.”
She looks like she wants to fan herself, but keeps it together. “I could um, look through the footage for you,” she offers.
“Georgia…” I tsk, clicking my tongue in admonition. “I’m sure you can understand why Sarah wouldn’t want that.”
She chews her bottom lip while she considers. “I do. It's just that I really shouldn't let you into the back room.”
“It’ll be our secret. I fucking swear. In and out.”
“God yeah, I understand.” Her eyes flit between me and the boys. “Just… Can I ask you a question?” She motions for me to lean in so she can whisper. I do. “Is it true that you can really fit more than one—Oh I can’t believe I’m asking this. I mean, in the same place, together?”
I chuckle at her kinky curiosity. Hopefully there’s an understanding Mr. Georgia, who doesn’t mind bringing a few accessories into their bedroom because I have a feeling after today she’s going to want to explore. “Absolutely. You just gotta take your time and go nice and slow, but once everyone’s moving together? Fucking amazing.”
Georgia clutches her hand to her chest. “One sec, and I'll get the door for you.” She pushes her chair back and gets up, leaving her book just behind the window. The spine is well worn, making me wonder how many times she's read it.