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succeeded. “A girl’s gotta make rent, you know.”
    His member had softened enough that it slipped out of me at that moment. A soft, disappointed sigh left my lips.
    Jed smiled at my reaction to the loss. “I suppose she does. Come to the bar tomorrow around noon and I’ll show you the place in better light and get you set up.”
    “Aye aye, boss,” I winked at him. “Think I could call on you to drop me off at my car?”
    ~~~
    F reshly showered and primped, I pulled into the lot opposite the Devil’s Roost at quarter to noon the next day. Since I had already caught a high-ranking man from the club in my web, I didn’t dress quite as slutty as the previous night, but I still made sure to display my charms to best advantage. I didn’t want anyone to question a big difference in clothing or complain about the lack of cleavage from the new bartender.
    Although considering their old bartender any female at all is a huge step up.
    I wore high cowboy boots today, since I didn’t want to be stomping around the bar all night in heels. They weren’t really suited to the scene anyway, so I tossed them aside. A short denim skirt and tight white t-shirt and bra completed the simple but sexy outfit.
    It was the middle of the day, but there were a number of bikes parked outside of the Roost. If they wanted to pretend that they made money lawfully, holding down a real job would go a long way. It wasn’t a realistic expectation though; there simply weren’t that many jobs in the small town. All of the club members were “employees” of the bar and the garage that doubled as the headquarters for the organization.
    The interior of the bar didn’t benefit from the added light streaming through the windows. Sunlight revealed just how shabby the majority of the furnishings were; considering the amount of money we knew was passing through the club, it was shocking that they kept their number one hangout in such conditions.
    “Ah, Leslie! I was hoping you would show up. I wasn’t certain you would, you know.” That low voice sent a shiver through my body.
    Flashes of memory accompanied the words. Dusty ground, sweaty skin; deep penetration and waves of pleasure. I shook myself mentally. Come on Leslie, don’t go all romance damsel on me.
    I turned towards where Jed stood behind the bar, towel over his shoulder. It was the first time that I saw him in good light, and he did not disappoint. His rugged face told of the leanness present elsewhere in his body, and his eyes held a quick level of intelligence that wasn’t there in the faces of most of the other bikers I had seen.
    Once more I received the impression that Jed was more than he seemed. More layered than I had come to expect from reading his profile. Last night after coming home I had poured over it, determined to memorize every detail about his life that the government knew about. There were more gaps in the record than I felt comfortable with, but I had the time to try and fill in those blanks.
    “What gave you that impression? Like I told you, a girl’s gotta work. Not a ton of it in this town.” I sashayed my way over to the bar, keeping track of the other bikers as their eyes followed me. “I have bartended before, I don’t imagine that there’s much special I need to know about here, is there?”
    Jed put down the glass he had been inspecting. “I doubt it. Pretty standard setup: we have two draft lines, a fridge full of beer, and shelves of liquor that barely anyone touches except for the whiskey. Prices are listed on the blackboard, and the till’s about as standard as they come.” His eyes traced down my body. He took his time, stopping at landmarks along the way as if he wanted to be able to remember it until his deathbed. “I have the feeling that you’re going to have more tips coming through for you than old Steve had.”
    I leaned forward and pressed my breasts together with my arms. “What gives you that impression?”
    He cracked that grin