Duke(32)
Duke handed his phone to Brain, with a picture he’d taken of Gen’s phone when she’d been in the bathroom. “Tell me what I do so you can track it.”
Brain looked at it a few seconds, clicked on his keyboard a minute, printed something, looked at it, and handed it over. “Open up the number pad like you’re going to make a phone call, and punch in this sequence of numbers. Triple check you have them right before you hit the final pound sign on the end. The phone will reboot, go through a sequence, and then reboot again back into what she’s used to seeing, so make sure you have five or ten minutes with it when she isn’t around, so she won’t notice.”
“I don’t want anyone but you and me knowing we’ve done this, and I’m trusting you to respect her privacy. Don’t read her texts, don’t listen to phone calls. We only use this to find her if she comes up missing, yeah?”
Brain nodded. “I got it, Duke. You want me to watch her housekeeper a few days, make sure there’s nothing screwy, and then get rid of the inside cameras. You want a picture of anyone who comes to her house, and you want me to keep the footage but not watch it, so if she comes up missing we can go back and look at it to see who got her.”
“Yeah. We’re keeping her safe without spying on her. This is just between you and me. If there’s a problem and you gotta bring Dawg in, do… but no one else.”
Brain looked at one of the monitors and laughed. “Damn, I like her.”
Duke looked and saw his woman behind the bar with a shaker, pouring something into glasses for a half dozen of the men. Everyone was cutting up and laughing, including Gen.
Even Gonzo was laughing, and Duke would’ve sworn the man’s face would break before he’d ever smile again for a woman.
Shaking his head, Duke walked to the door saying, “She’s something else. I should probably go rescue the men from her before she charms them more than I want her to.”
Brain was chuckling as Duke went out the door.
By the time he made it to the bar, Gen was drinking a margarita while the men around her were drinking something dark pink from beer glasses.
“Damn, Beautiful. Tell me you didn’t pussify my men in ten minutes?”
Tiny handed his beer glass to Duke as he said, “It’s called a Pink Panty Dropper. Try it.”
Duke took a sip and eyed his girl. “Yeah, ten minutes. Gotta be a record. What’s in it?”
“Vodka, beer, and pink lemonade. I saw the kids drinking pink lemonade out of cans at the party. It’s better if we can freeze the lemonade first, but the boys had ice so it still worked.”
“And I’m sure they’ll report back to you later on whether it can really drop panties or not, though I don’t think any of them have had problems with that before. Come on, Beautiful. Time to get you changed and onto the back of my bike.”
* * * *
“You can’t expect me to change in your room with you in here!”
Duke shook his head. “Sorry, Beautiful. I keep forgetting. Let me get changed and then I’ll wait outside the door. I can’t leave you back here yet, not until the boys trust you more. Rules say no one in the back without an escort.”
Gen started to argue, but Duke started taking his clothes off and she turned around and faced the wall.
“You can watch if you want. I’m not bashful.”
“Well, I am, and I don’t want to…” Gen realized if she finished her sentence she’d be lying. She very much wanted to see him naked, she was just too embarrassed to watch. He might call her beautiful, but he was gorgeous.
She needed something else to talk about, so asked the first question that came into her head.
“Don’t bikers usually have lots of tattoos?” All she’d seen last night was the acres of muscles, and his washboard abs.
“Most clubs do. I guess we just don’t attract the kind of man who wants them. There aren’t any rules against it, and a few of our employees have them. So far, no one in the club does, though.”
“Were you upset about my mixing a drink for your men?”
“I have my pants on, Beautiful. Turn around and look at me, please.”
Gen turned to see him in faded jeans that hugged him everywhere, and no shirt. She had to force her eyes not to try to follow his ab muscles down past his jeans.
“I want you to be comfortable around the guys, and I need them to be comfortable with you. I want you to be able to walk into the clubhouse, and walk back here, without anyone thinkin’ anything about it. I want you to be able to carry when you come in, and them feel like you’d have their back if needed, not that you need it to protect yourself from them. I love that you could get them all laughing within ten minutes.”