Chapter 2

“Blue motorcycle?” Jax asked.

“2 cups ice cubes, 1/2 jigger vodka, 1/2 jigger tequila, 1/2 jigger rum, 1/2 jigger gin.” Raine answered.

“Harley Davidson?” Jax asked.

“Baileys Irish Cream, Midori melon liqueur over ice, stir and strain into a 4 oz rocks glass, top with a Jägermeister,” Raine replied.

“What are the 6 basic liquors?” Jax asked.

“Brandy, gin, rum, tequila, vodka, and whiskey,” Raine replied.

“Name at least 3 top whiskeys,” Jax responded.

“Jack Daniel’s, Jim Beam, Jameson, Crown Royal, Maker’s Mark, do you want me to list more?” Raine asked.

“Nah, that’ll do. Dress code is tank top and shorts.” Jax smirked.

“When do I start?” Raine asked.

“You can start on Friday. Be here at 5 p.m. to do paperwork. Bar opens at 7 p.m. and closes at 2 a.m. Staff is expected to work from 6 p.m. until 3 a.m. for setup and cleanup. We are open to the public on Fridays and Saturdays. Sunday through Thursday is biker only.” Jax explained.

“Okay. So, what days will I work?” Raine asked.

“For now, Friday and Saturday. Then fill in as needed. Got a couple of girls who like to call in last minute. Will that be a problem for you?” Jax asked.

“Nope. Just moved here, so my schedule is wide open. I’m doing online classes to finish my degree, so they are flexible, as is my schedule.” Raine explained.

“Good to know,” Jax replied. “So, ladies, care to join us at a table?”

“I don’t mix business with pleasure. After all, you’re my boss,” Raine replied.

Raine watched Jax adjust himself blatantly. He showed no sign of hiding it or being embarrassed about his hard-on.

Arrogant bastard, she thought.

He just smirked at her.

“It wasn’t an invitation. I would think it would be in your best interest to meet the crew and learn a little bit about your new job?” Jax asked.

“Lead the way,” Raine replied.

“I’m the President of the club, Ice here is my VP,” Jax explained. “Blade here is my Sergeant-at-Arms. Steele is my Enforcer. Hunter is my Road Captain.”

“What’s up?” Ice asked.

“Ladies,” Blade replied.

“You ladies single?” Steele asked.

“And how did we get so lucky?” Hunter asked.

“So, what’s the name of your MC?” Raine asked.

“Veterans MC,” Jax replied.

“Are you outlaws?” Kim asked.

“No. Our businesses are all legit. We do not do guns or dr*gs. All our members are from one branch of the armed forces,” Jax explained.

“Good to know,” Raine replied.

“Just because we are bikers doesn’t mean we’re delinquents. It doesn’t automatically mean we break the law,” Jax explained.

“Okay,” Raine said.

They sat and chatted for a while. The waitresses rubbed their breasts against the guys when they brought their drinks. The girls noticed and gave each other a look. Raine wanted to make sure he knew she wasn’t about to do that.

“Don’t expect that kind of service from me. I’m not a skank, and I don’t shit where I eat,” Raine retorted.

Ice spat out his drink. Steele choked on his, and Blade laughed hard. Jax just gave her a look.

“Looks like we got a wildcat here,” Hunter laughed.

“No sense beating around the bush. Less misunderstandings that way,” Raine explained.

“Challenge accepted,” Jax smirked.

“I didn’t throw out any challenge,” Raine retorted.

“Oh, baby, but you did. One I accept with great pleasure,” Jax grinned.

“Hey, baby, want a lap dance?” Astrid, the waitress slash skank, asked.

“Sure, let’s show the new girl how it’s done,” Jax laughed.

Astrid started grinding on his lap; his hand rubbed both her thighs as she did. Raine was sickened by it. She was seeing red. God, was she really jealous?

This was so not good; he was so not good for her. She couldn’t stay and watch this. Raine stood up, knocking her chair over by the suddenness of her action.

“If waitresses are expected to give lap dances and degrade themselves, then I quit!” Raine retorted. “Sam, Kim, let’s go. I’ve seen enough. Obviously, this isn’t the right job for me.”

Raine headed for the door, not even looking back. Not even to see if the girls were following her. She got a few steps outside the bar before a hand grabbed her from behind, stopping her departure.

She spun around, ready to punch whoever grabbed her arm. But her fist was caught midair in their other hand.

“Whoa there, wildcat. It’s just me,” Jax laughed.

“You should never grab a woman from behind,” Raine warned.

“There’s a lot of fun to be had that way, Tiger,” Jax grinned.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not your pet,” Raine spat.

“Not yet, but you will be,” Jax smirked.

“Look, Jax. I’m not looking for a one-night fuck session. I don’t hook up. I don’t sleep with my bosses, and I especially don’t screw players. Been there, done that, burned the shirt,” Raine explained.

“Oh, baby, it will be more than one night. I’ll need quite a few to satisfy my hunger for you. I promise you that,” Jax laughed.

He backed her over to the wall, then pressed his body against hers. He had a huge erection. Her core was on fire, and she was fighting herself more than him. The lust was evident, but there was something else.

She had never wanted another man as badly as she wanted him. His lusty eyes were bad enough, but his body pressed into hers was a whole new torture. Raine refused to think further.

“Waitresses don’t have to do lap dances. Astrid is also a stripper and a waitress when not on stage. The strippers are the only ones who do lap dances. You don’t have to worry; you won’t be doing any,” Jax said matter-of-factly.

“Good for her and good to know,” Raine replied.

“Ooh, is someone jealous? Retract those claws,” Jax laughed.

“Can’t be jealous of something you don’t care about,” Raine retorted.

Just then, Kim and Sam came out the door, interrupting whatever retort he would have said. They stopped when they saw them against the wall. Sam grinned at Raine. Kim just looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

“Are we still leaving?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Raine replied.

“See you Friday at 5 p.m.,” Jax called out.

The girls got in their car and went home. Jax watched them leave, then went back into the bar. She had him worked up. He needed some relief, so he headed back into the bar.

“Astrid, my office,” Jax demanded.

“Yes, sir!” she smiled.

He headed to his office. Astrid followed him inside. Jax sat in his chair. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

“Suck it,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir!” she replied.

“No talk, just suck!” Jax retorted.

Jax lay his head back and closed his eyes. He was already hard just from the brief contact they had outside. He imagined it was Raine’s mouth on his cock.

And he imagined her hands cupping his balls. Then he blew his load in record time. He opened his eyes to see Astrid staring at him.

“Wow! My lap dance got you that worked up?” Astrid asked.

“No! Out, now!” he barked.

He closed his eyes as he tucked his cock back in his pants. Seeing her felt wrong. What the fuck? Maybe he needed new girls. No more Astrid; that was sure as fuck.