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Graham
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FUCK. SMOOTH MOVE, dipshit.
Me and my big mouth. We were practically strangers and it wasn’t any of my business. Fortunately, she wasn’t offended.
Chloe smiled humorlessly. “You know that saying ‘Two’s company, three’s a crowd?’ Well, it used to be just my roommate and me. Then his boyfriend moved in and it just became too much,” she confided. “Obviously, being the third wheel, I had to get out.”
“Ah,” I replied, a little relieved she hadn’t just gotten over a rocky relationship. I didn’t want to bring up unhappy shit for her. “That’s too bad.”
Chloe nodded. “More for Kai. His boyfriend is a selfish asshole who’s using him.”
“And he doesn’t know?”
“I’ve tried telling him, but he doesn’t want to hear it.” She sighed. “I’m just waiting for the day Trey breaks his heart. I almost wish it would happen before the New Year, so he doesn’t waste any more of his life with that jerk.”
“I wouldn’t wish a broken heart on anyone. Especially during the holidays. Take it from me,” I replied, thinking about the incident with Bonnie again. She’d tried to reconcile with me many times, explaining that it was the drugs that had made her fuck Seth. Ecstasy or not, I didn’t care, nor would I ever be able to get that vision out of my head. It still haunted me, even though Seth been murdered. Tank seemed to think the Blood Angels had something to do with it. His friend, Dom, the V.P. of the St. Paul Chapter, thought so, too. But, there wasn’t any proof. As for the club getting implicated for Seth’s death, no charges were ever filed. The cops had no evidence, and although they’d questioned the club, they didn’t seem to think they had anything to do with it either.
“I suppose. I just don’t know how to convince him that he needs to kick Trey to the curb.”
“Do you have proof he’s using him?”
“I don’t have to. Kai pays for everything and Trey just freeloads off of him.”
I shrugged. “He’ll probably get tired of it.”
“That’s what I’m hoping. Anyway, I’m sure you need to get going. I’m going to try this thing on,” she said, patting the package.
“Okay.”
She disappeared down the hallway.
Settling back against the sofa, I looked around the room. Other than the furniture I was sitting on, everything else was packed away, so it was hard to get a read on her. Not that it mattered, I was just there to do a job. Still, she was definitely intriguing, and last year’s kiss hadn’t been forgotten. Not to mention, Chloe was even more gorgeous than I’d remembered. But she was Jessica’s friend and I wasn’t going to try and bang her. She was obviously a lot classier than the chicks who hung around the clubhouse. In fact, from what I’d overheard, she was a nurse and worked a lot of hours at the hospital with Jessica.
My phone began to vibrate and I noticed Tank was sending me a text.
Tank: So, how’d it go?
Me: Good. I’m still here. She’s trying on the costume.
Tank: Were you surprised?
He had me stumped for a few seconds until I remembered Tank’s mischievous grin. I wondered if he’d heard about the kiss we’d shared.
Me: About what?
Tank: Chloe.
There it was. He’d known and that’s why he’d sent me in particular. I decided to play dumb.
Me: Why would I be?
Tank: Fuck you. I bet you were shocked as all hell to see her.
I chuckled. Tank thrived on drama and loved gossip. Hell, the guy was known to TiVo Big Brother and Dr. Phil for shit’s sake. I decided to keep stringing him along.
Me: No. Should I be?
Tank: She was the girl you kissed last year at the fundraiser. Remember?
Me: I kiss a lot of girls. Can’t remember them all.
Tank: You’re full of shit.
Hearing Chloe step out of the bathroom, I put my phone down and watched as she stepped out of the hallway wearing the elf costume.
“I feel like there’s been a mistake,” she asked, smoothing down the short skirt.
I could barely talk. My mouth had gone dry the moment she’d stepped into the living room. The elf costume consisted of a satin red and green petticoat dress that accentuated her breasts, thigh-high sequined stockings, and a green Santa hat. She looked like a Victoria’s Secret model ready for an “adults only” Christmas party.
“So, you’re supposed to wear this passing out flyers?” I asked, standing up.
She nodded. “Apparently.”
“I mean, it’s cute,” I said, watching as she tried tugging the bodice up over her cleavage, which wasn’t doing anything but getting my dick get hard.
“I’m going to freeze my ass off,” she replied, frowning. “He said it wasn’t supposed to be revealing, but it barely covers my butt.”
“Oh really?”
Chloe turned around, and from where I was standing, she was right. Her cute little derriere was barely covered by the satin material. I imagined her wearing heels and it was almost too much.
“You’re going to be cold if he’s wanting you to stand outside,” I said, trying to nonchalantly adjust and cover my boner.
“Yeah. There’s no way I can wear this with the weather the way it is. I’m going to call him back and see if there’s something else we can do,” she replied, walking back toward the bathroom.
“Good idea.”
I sent Tank a quick text myself.
Me: She tried on the elf suit.
Tank: Nice, huh?
I could almost hear him laughing.
Me: Too nice and too revealing. She’s returning it.
Tank: I figured she would.
Me: Then why did you send it over?
He sent an emoji with a wicked smile.
Grunting, I put my phone back into my jacket and waited for her to appear again. A few seconds later, she stepped back into the living room.
“Here,” she said, handing the package back. “I left Tank a message. Hopefully he’ll send over something else because I’m definitely not wearing that thing. It’s cute, but not appropriate. At least, I don’t think so.”
“I liked it,” I admitted. “But, I get you. You’d be freezing your ass off standing outside.”
“Exactly.”
Chloe’s phone began to ring.
“That’s probably Tank. I should get going,” I said.
“Okay. Sorry you wasted your time.”
“It’s not your fault. Besides, it was nice seeing you again.”
“You, too,” she replied, smiling at me before answering the phone.
“I’ll let myself out,” I whispered.
She nodded. “Hello?”