I shake my head. “Uh, nope.”
“Come on, Ivory,” Megan begs. “We had a blast last time.”
“We had a blast?” I question. “Was that before or after I was manhandled by a biker?”
Eric rolls his eyes. “Dramatic much?”
“I have no desire toevergo back to that bar.”
“Apple’s gonna be there again,” Eric states matter-of-factly.
“How do you know that?”
Eric smiles. “Tony told me when I was cashing out our bill.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
Eric shrugs. “Slipped my mind I guess.”
“Bullshit,” Megan laughs. “You knew you could use this as leverage to get Ivory to go back there.”
“Possibly.” Eric winks. “Question is, did it work?”
“I wonder why Apple keeps going back to Purgatory,” I mumble.
Megan stands from her desk. “Who cares? She’s gonna be there tonight, and I’d rather pay a cover charge to get in than try to get tickets to a sold-out concert.”
“Fine,” I mutter as I grab my purse and hurry to follow them out. “I need to go home and get ready.”
“What the hell have I been saying?” Eric asks exasperated.
I giggle. “Now, who’s being dramatic, Queenie?”
“Damn straight, and don’t you forget it.” Eric swats my ass as we lock up. “Move it, woman. We’re already behind schedule.”
A couple hours later we’re seated at a high-top table in the middle of Purgatory. I’m glad we arrived early because people are piling in, and there are a lot more bikers wearing Saints Purgatory cuts.
Damn, these men are F.I.N.E.
They must really like the beer here. I find it hard to believe that they’re fans of Apple.
“Where’s Riley tonight?” Tia asks, interrupting my thoughts.
Megan snickers. “To quote Eric, she’s playing ‘hide the sausage’ with Owen.”
“You came back,” Zach says, appearing out of nowhere. His eyes roam over my body. “Holy fuck, you look sexy as hell.”
“This old thing?” I gesture to my outfit. “Just something I had lying around my house.”
Tonight, I’m wearing a strapless blush pink sequined mini dress with black stilettos. I wanted to wear jeans and a t-shirt, not wanting to draw attention to myself again from any biker, but Eric dared me.
And I never back down from a dare.
“I’d ask if you want to dance, but I’m on crowd control tonight,” Zach whines. “I can find you after Apple’s done, though.”
Sure, he’s good-looking, but I didn’t feel any sparks between us when we danced the other night.
“That’s sweet, Zach,” I say with a smile, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “I have to be honest, I’m not looking for a rel?—”
