Making the Cut
since like forever and don’t worry I don’t need full time or anything, just whenever you need me, I work part time at the garage for the club, so there’s always something to do there.”
    She worked for the club? That was news, maybe I could pick her brain.
    “Well, since you are going to be working here, you are going to have to wear all the clothes, so go pick out some more stuff.” I ordered with a grin.
    Rosie squealed again and jumped into my arms. “I seriously LOVE you Gwen, this is the fucking shit!” She proceeded to pull away grabbing Lucy and Ashley. “You bitches need to help me choose.” They both shoot me warm smiles before disappearing with Rosie.
    I turned towards Amy slightly leaning on the bar.
    “Well looks like we have another employee.” I sipped my Cosmo. “I hope you don’t mind me just hiring her without asking you.”
    “Mind?” She scoffed. “Fuck no, I’m over the moon, that girl is awesome! Stop trying to change the subject anyway.” She demanded, knowing me too well. “What was that with the two hotties, it was like they were fighting over their shiny new toy, that is a position I wouldn’t mind being in.” She said dreamily.
    “Trust me, you wouldn’t want to be in that position, ever.” I told her.
    “Whatever, so you have finally decided to give in to the sexy biker?” She asked.
    “No not really, but fighting him was getting old, and I figure he’ll have sex with me and lose interest, win win. I mean the last thing I want is a repeat of Jimmy.” Amy glared at me, ready to interrupt but I didn’t let her. “So I have no danger of getting hurt when he taps and gaps since I definitely don’t want more than that, and you said so yourself, I need to get laid.” I finished draining my drink.
    Amy considered me a beat. “Sweetie, I think that one wants you for much longer than one night. And you can’t be scared to venture into something new, even though I am the first to be cautious over any guy riding a Harley, but from what I’ve seen he is nowhere near the same as The Prick. By the way, Cade is seriously checking you out right now, maybe leaning on the bar wearing that dress isn’t the best idea.” She laughed.
    I didn’t bother to move but glanced over my shoulder in Cades direction, who was indeed checking my butt out with a hungry look on his face.
    I straightened. “Whatever, I need to get back to helping out customers and talking to townspeople.” I turned, then looked back at Amy.
    “Oh and by the way, I don’t need a ride, I’m leaving with Cade tonight.” She raised her eyebrows.
    “Don’t say a word.” I ordered. She poked her tongue out at me then spun to help people at the bar.
    The rest of the night was a blur, people starting to leave about 10:30pm. I had done some seriously good sales, so I was pretty pleased with myself. I found to my dismay, Luke hadn’t left, he cornered me not long after my chat with Amy.
    “Look Gwen, I know this isn’t the place, but Fletcher is bad news. I won’t say anything else, but I’ll stop by the store this week, we can have coffee.” He decided instead of asking. What was with the alpha males in this town?
    I felt Cade’s glare at my back so I didn’t protest, “Yeah sure Luke, sorry about…whatever that was before.” I was genuinely sorry, he seemed like a nice guy.
    “No worries sweetheart, see you later.” To my horror he leaned in and kissed my cheek before leaving with a meaningful glare directed at Cade and the boys.
    “Crap.” I muttered under my breath, I really didn’t want the town’s first impression of me to be that I was some skank, playing two guys within days of getting here.
    I let the last of the guests out, and only me, Amy, Rosie and the small group of bikers were left in the store. I started to clean up, with Rosie and Amy helping. I’m guessing bad ass bikers didn’t clean, because they just sat on the couches by the fitting rooms and talked in hushed tones with

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