LEATHER AND LACE (BAD BOYS & GOOD GIRLS, #1) Read Online Free PDF

got a clue how either of you were allowed inside.”
    “I knew it,” Marty snapped. “You both lied, wasting my time, and now Brandon’s.”
    “What?” The twins shrieked in unison and Brandon clenched his jaw.
    Marty thwacked his cane on the side of the desk. “Stop screaming or I’ll throw you out myself.”
    “Why would you do that, Mr. Keller?” Both women’s eyes were wide and their chins quivered. “We haven’t done a thing.”
    He almost felt sorry for them—for a second. “Let’s all calm down. This is getting out of control.” Breaking untamed horses weren’t near as much trouble as these spoiled girls.
    “Really? So we’re on for tonight. Take a picture of us, Mr. Keller.” One of them tossed her cell across to Marty, and then they both came at him. A cloud of floral perfume assaulted his nostrils as he was flanked by the twins.
    “Girls stop,” Marty ordered and then tripped, landing in one of the office chairs. He sputtered, “Let Mr. McLemore go.”
    “Oh, I understand,” one of them uttered. Even this close, he still didn’t know them well enough to tell them apart. That same twin said, “Can’t take pictures. Right?”
    “We forgot about the confidence problem,” the other twin whispered with an all-knowing wink.
    His neck tightened. “That’s confidentiality policy, and we haven’t gotten that far yet,” he replied, catching his manager’s alarmed expression.
    Marty silently got up and took one-step, then another to stand behind the twins. Furiously, his manager made a cutting motion across his throat. Universal hand signal for stop pouring or in this case, shut the fuck up. Marty stopped when one of the girls glanced over her shoulder.
    That same one announced, “We’re here for our night.”
    “Night?” he echoed, his brain unwilling to attach that lone word to any information related to his club and these two. “You’re not spending the night here.”
    The thought tore at him that these two young women, who were friends with his sister, could be standing in his club. He’d taken precautions to prevent having friends, family, and acquaintances show up unexpectedly. What happened to the rule that no one got in except by his permission or Pen’s?
    “How’d you get the guest passes?” he demanded an answer to the question he should have asked when he first saw the twins standing down here. He pinched the plastic cards stamped with the club name and logo. They looked legit.
    One of the twins tapped the card. “Right there. See. Signed by Mr. Penrose.”
    He was certain his head was going to split open at the sight of Pen’s chicken scratch handwriting. He handed the cards back to Marty. “The two of you need to leave. This isn’t the place for you.”
    “What do you mean? Our money ain’t good enough for you?” The Jamison twins stood shoulder-to-shoulder directly in front of him, their eyes narrowed in displeasure.
    “Money has nothing to do with this issue.” As he was about to set Selma and Esme straight, the front door opened and the sound of guests entering drew his attention. A man and woman passed by the doorway and he nodded to them.
    “Marty— ” He was about to tell his manager to escort the twins outside when a red dress snared his attention.
    The dress clung to the curves of a woman with hair so black it was blue. Her flashing dark almond eyes were set in an enticing face that turned toward him as though sensing his interest. The woman was familiar and he racked his memory as to where... fuck, when ?
    She regarded him with a defiantly fixed stare, as though it were some contest to see who would look away first. Well, it sure wasn’t going to be him. Their gazes locked and a mixture of hunger and excitement rocketed up his spine. Something about this woman’s exotic features and endless curves tore into him—a key in a carnal lock that unleashed a fiery message that roused his every male instinct.
    She arched a brow right before she turned