Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Gross,” I mutter as I reach for her foundation and brush.
The brush falls to the ground when a loud knock, followed by hushed whispers and a giggle come from the other side.
“It’s open.”
Refusing to face them, I bend over to grab the brush.
“Where’s Molly?” I point toward the bathroom, unable to face Xena when she asks.
I’m not mad at her. She lives here. She works here. Last night she was only doing what was asked of her. I’m just upset over the entire situation.
“Hangover?” Legs asks.
“I didn’t know you took your mouth off TJ’s dick long enough to notice us walk by last night,” I tease her.
She giggles, turning her eyes to her hands. “I didn’t. He just said something about it later.”
“No,” Molly grunts as she opens the bathroom door and sees the other girls in her room. “I don’t have the energy for anything today.”
“Don’t put that on,” Xena orders, touching my arm before I can lift the brush to my face. “We’re having a salon day.”
“We get to leave?” Hope fills my voice as I finally turn to look at her.
Her small smile fades. “We have a room with amenities at the clubhouse.”
I scrunch my nose at her, but the broken nail on my hand pleads with me.
“I could use a pedicure,” Molly says, “But the second my stomach rolls from the chemical smells, I’m leaving. The last thing I need is to throw up.”
“Again,” I clarify. “You’ve been barfing all morning.”
Molly flips me off before whipping her t-shirt over her head and getting dressed.
“Xena calls it a room, but it’s incredible.” Molly smiles at me with a quick nod of her head as if I need to be encouraged to be pampered. “Hands, feet, face, massages. Anything you can think of.”
“Waxing,” Legs sighs.
“I do it all,” Xena says holding her hands out. “You in?”
Her look is pleading as if she’s begging me not to be mad about last night.
Teasing, but with a brazen edge, I hold up my broken middle finger. “I’m a little pissed I’m just now finding out about this damn room.”
“Prez mentioned your broken nail last night.” Her jaw snaps shut. “I promised him we’d get it taken care of.”
I have no idea how I should feel about this news. I just push it out of my head and give her a weak smile.
“Are you going to change?” Legs asks as I walk toward the door.
“Change?” I look down at the yoga pants and tank top I’m wearing. “Why should I change?”
“All of the guys are around. You don’t want them seeing you so—”
“So what?” I snap.
“Relaxed?” Her eyes dart to Xena for help.
“I’ve got no one out there to impress,” I mutter before heading out into the hallway.
“Sometimes more is less,” Xena says at my back as we walk down the stairs. “Her ass looks great in those leggings, and there’s no way to hide that fantastic rack of hers.”
“True,” Legs agrees as we make it out on to the front porch, but I can tell she doesn’t fully agree.
“This is amazing.” With my eyes closed, I tilt my head back on the headrest. “I could spend every second in here.”
The bubbling heat around my ankles is blissful, and I’m in line to have a massage by Xena once she’s done torturing Legs during her waxing.
“Oh hush,” Xena snaps when Legs yelps like she just ripped her clit off. “It doesn’t hurt that bad.”
“Any idea what color you want?” Vixen has been taking care of my nails while my feet soak in the salon grade pedicure chair. Molly groans, totally relaxed beside me in an identical chair.
“I was eyeballing that pretty jade color a few minutes ago,” I tell her without opening my eyes.
“Prez wanted pink,” Xena says from across the room.
My eyes snap open. Surely, she isn’t talking to Vixen, but her focus is on me when I look at her.
“Excuse me?”
“Prez said last night to make sure you get a pink polish.” Xena smiles. “Something about the perfect shade of your pussy or some shit.”
The mixed emotions that I struggled with earlier pop back up.
“I think the jade will be best,” I tell Vixen before closing my eyes again.
“Atta girl,” I hear Xena say right before Legs yelps again.
“Candi, this is for those circles under your eyes,” a female voice says as I smell something fruity just before a soothing mask is situated over my eyes.
“Wow,” I moan. “Now I know why you gals never leave.”
“I’m here for the dick,” Legs says from across the room.
We all chuckle at her candor.
“These girls knew exactly when to ask Cowboy for shit,” Molly says. “He’d give them the world depending on his coke to blood ratio.”
“Cowboy?”
“My dad,” Molly answers.
From what I’ve gathered from people chatting around the clubhouse, everyone hated the man, but there wasn’t much anyone could do about it since he was the president until recently. I presume Lynch took over the position since he’s the oldest.