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Midnight Desire: A Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Romance Part 1
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that way’?” I explained.
    Her frown smoothed out, and she rolled her eyes. “That was one of the lamest jokes I’ve heard in awhile.”
    I liked that. Liked that she didn’t laugh just to appease me.
    Plenty of other women would have.
    “Guilty as charged,” I grinned. “Any joke you’ve got to explain is a bad one.”
    “Unless the audience is stupid. Although that wasn’t the case here,” she said with another cool smile.
    “I concur. So… what can I do you for, Ms. Christensen?”
    “Fiona.”
    “Fiona,” I said, liking the way it felt on my tongue. I was pretty sure I’d like the way she’d feel on my tongue, too.
    “I just wanted to say thank you again. For earlier. I feel like I wasn’t… appropriately grateful.”
    “Well… you could’ve handled it, right?” I grinned.
    She smiled back. This time her expression was warmer. “I could have. But thank you for what you did.”
    “My pleasure. So, new in town, new to being a waitress… what’s your story?”
    “Not much of one. Failed actress, left LA, now I’m here.”
    “Sorry to hear that.”
    She shrugged. “It happens.”
    “I suppose it does. Cut-throat business, Hollywood.”
    “Yes it is.”
    “Let me be the first to welcome you to Richards. Or, if I’m not the first, then the second or third.”
    “You’re the first,” she said, with another one of those smiles that I felt below the belt. In a very pleasant sort of way.
    “I’m afraid we’re a step or two down from Los Angeles in the glamour department.”
    “You more than make up for it in cost of living.”
    “True.”
    She gave me a playful look. “So much for glamour. What about the excitement department?”
    “We’ve got that in spades, if you know where to look.”
    “Ah. And you know where to look for that, do you?”
    “I am where to look for that, Fiona.”
    We stayed like that for a few seconds, staring into each other’s eyes – until she looked away, slightly embarrassed.
    I decided to make it easy on her, so I asked, “So what’s the plan?”
    She furrowed her brow the slightest. “…the plan?”
    “Not to disparage your current employment, but smart as you are, I can’t imagine you moved 200 miles just to become a waitress at a greasy spoon joint.”
    She hesitated for a second, then said, “I tried to get a job at the Seven Veils.”
    My interest immediately plummeted.
    Besides being hot, she’d been so smart – so interesting. And here she was just another dumbass like all the rest.
    “Well,” I said, giving her a look from her waist to her tits, “I can’t see why they turned you down. You look more than qualified.”
    “I don’t strip,” she said coldly, all friendliness gone. “I was looking for a waitressing job.”
    I raised my eyes back up to hers. I was officially semi-interested again. “Really? Why?”
    “Why don’t I strip?”
    “Sure, let’s start there.”
    “Because when I take my clothes off for a man, it’s because I want to. Not because I’m on the clock.”
    I chuckled. I was back to being fully interested again.
    “Then why waitressing?”
    “If I’m going to have to deal with assholes, I might as well get paid more.”
    Now I laughed out loud. “Can’t fault that. But it’s only 15 an hour, plus tips.”
    “Which is at least 50% more than I’m making at the diner. And I’ll bet the tips are better.”
    “Probably.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “You seem to know a lot about waitresses’ pay at strip clubs.”
    “I know the owner of the Seven Veils.”
    Her eyebrows raised. “Really.”
    “Yep.”
    “You’re friends?”
    “You could say that.”
    You’d be wrong, but you could SAY that…
    Suddenly, it was like all the pieces of a puzzle came together all at once. I could hear them snap into place with an audible click.
    If I wanted someone to report on Lou’s behavior… this might be the perfect opportunity.
    Might be the perfect opportunity for other things, too.
    “I could put in a
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