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good time.” He gathered her into a bear hug. “You are on your own too much. I wish I could have provided you with another mother after the divorce. I simply have no time and no inclination for wooing.”
“Wooing? Really, Dad, no one says ‘wooing’ anymore. You’re getting squirrely in your old age.” She kissed his cheek and ran to her room to text Melia. Melia had already organized a clubbing group and was delighted she wanted to tag along. She called back so they could talk.
“One thing, Miss Only-One-Man-For-Me, do your hair up or let it fall wildly around your shoulders. It should look as if you just got out of bed after a night of never-ending rough sex. And wear the red boots. Where did you get those anyway? I can’t see you choosing them for yourself.”
“Bolt’s mother gave them to me last Christmas. I suspect she was making a statement to Bolt about the kind of girl I am. He and I had a good laugh about it.”
“Whatever. Now, don’t embarrass me. Dress like a girl on the make even though you’re not.”
Hannah put away her phone after telling Melia she’d drive herself and meet the group at the club. No way did she want to be stuck driving someone else’s car home or worse, having to call a taxi. It had happened too often in the past when she went out with Melia.
The short skirt and a cropped tee that would have been only for Bolt’s eyes didn’t make her cringe tonight. She felt she belonged in those boots as she shimmied them up to her thighs. Her nipples hardened when she tugged the tee into place and she enjoyed the sensation. Dammit, why did going to the mine affect her this way? She knew the answer—Slim. His mere presence made her think of sex even before he began telling her the stories of Hannah Brown Tolliver’s love life.
She slipped on the tiniest thong panties she had—also meant for Bolt’s eyes only. Her thick, messed-up hair made her look like a banshee, but she shrugged and left her room glad her father had gone out. He’d think she’d lost her mind and probably she had.
At the club entrance, the other women with Melia gave Hannah the once over, twice each, as she greeted them. Daisy said to Melia out of the corner of her mouth, “I thought you told us she’d be no competition?”
Melia pouted. “She won’t, I promise. She only came out of boredom while her steady is away.”
Katelin stepped close to Hannah and lightly pinched a nipple. “She looks ready for action to me.” In Hannah’s ear, she whispered, “I swing both ways if you’re ever interested.” She ran her fingers over the other nipple. “These, I like. So firm and pointy and out front where they should be, not to the outside like mine.”
“Don’t recruit until we get inside,” Melia admonished.
They traipsed inside the crowded club as a group and were immediately surrounded by red-blooded males. They had been pegged as easy lays and most of the crew were, her friend Melia included. Hannah waved off offers of dancing and drinks. She wanted to dance but would be a bit more discriminating. These first lounge lizards were animals.
She made her way to the bar and had to yell over the music to order a gin and tonic. She wanted something tall that would last her most of the night. The bartender brought it quickly and to reward him she leaned forward over the bar when picking up the glass, letting him take a long look down the vee of her tee shirt. He stood mesmerized for a few seconds and she graced him with her sweetest smile. Katelin was right. She did have a pert and pretty pair. No sense going braless if no one could appreciate the view. Besides, he was no threat since he was stuck behind the bar.
A man from the far end of the row of stools stood and yelled over the din, “Hey, buddy, put your eyeballs back inside your head and get me another scotch, beer back.”
Hannah hopped down from the bar stool. Although any other time she’d have been mortified when her short skirt flounced
“Wooing? Really, Dad, no one says ‘wooing’ anymore. You’re getting squirrely in your old age.” She kissed his cheek and ran to her room to text Melia. Melia had already organized a clubbing group and was delighted she wanted to tag along. She called back so they could talk.
“One thing, Miss Only-One-Man-For-Me, do your hair up or let it fall wildly around your shoulders. It should look as if you just got out of bed after a night of never-ending rough sex. And wear the red boots. Where did you get those anyway? I can’t see you choosing them for yourself.”
“Bolt’s mother gave them to me last Christmas. I suspect she was making a statement to Bolt about the kind of girl I am. He and I had a good laugh about it.”
“Whatever. Now, don’t embarrass me. Dress like a girl on the make even though you’re not.”
Hannah put away her phone after telling Melia she’d drive herself and meet the group at the club. No way did she want to be stuck driving someone else’s car home or worse, having to call a taxi. It had happened too often in the past when she went out with Melia.
The short skirt and a cropped tee that would have been only for Bolt’s eyes didn’t make her cringe tonight. She felt she belonged in those boots as she shimmied them up to her thighs. Her nipples hardened when she tugged the tee into place and she enjoyed the sensation. Dammit, why did going to the mine affect her this way? She knew the answer—Slim. His mere presence made her think of sex even before he began telling her the stories of Hannah Brown Tolliver’s love life.
She slipped on the tiniest thong panties she had—also meant for Bolt’s eyes only. Her thick, messed-up hair made her look like a banshee, but she shrugged and left her room glad her father had gone out. He’d think she’d lost her mind and probably she had.
At the club entrance, the other women with Melia gave Hannah the once over, twice each, as she greeted them. Daisy said to Melia out of the corner of her mouth, “I thought you told us she’d be no competition?”
Melia pouted. “She won’t, I promise. She only came out of boredom while her steady is away.”
Katelin stepped close to Hannah and lightly pinched a nipple. “She looks ready for action to me.” In Hannah’s ear, she whispered, “I swing both ways if you’re ever interested.” She ran her fingers over the other nipple. “These, I like. So firm and pointy and out front where they should be, not to the outside like mine.”
“Don’t recruit until we get inside,” Melia admonished.
They traipsed inside the crowded club as a group and were immediately surrounded by red-blooded males. They had been pegged as easy lays and most of the crew were, her friend Melia included. Hannah waved off offers of dancing and drinks. She wanted to dance but would be a bit more discriminating. These first lounge lizards were animals.
She made her way to the bar and had to yell over the music to order a gin and tonic. She wanted something tall that would last her most of the night. The bartender brought it quickly and to reward him she leaned forward over the bar when picking up the glass, letting him take a long look down the vee of her tee shirt. He stood mesmerized for a few seconds and she graced him with her sweetest smile. Katelin was right. She did have a pert and pretty pair. No sense going braless if no one could appreciate the view. Besides, he was no threat since he was stuck behind the bar.
A man from the far end of the row of stools stood and yelled over the din, “Hey, buddy, put your eyeballs back inside your head and get me another scotch, beer back.”
Hannah hopped down from the bar stool. Although any other time she’d have been mortified when her short skirt flounced
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