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wouldn’t even be a contest.”
    Compliments always work to warm up the ladies.
    She laughs out loud at the suggestion. “No way. Prancing around on stage isn’t my thing.”
    I take another swig of beer. “Glad to hear it.”
    She lifts her eyebrows and gives me her full attention. “And why do you say that?”
    “Because I wouldn’t be able to stand all those assholes looking at my girl. If you were mine, I would keep you all to myself.”
    Before she has a chance to reply, I turn and walk away without a backwards glance.
    I’ll let her chew on that little tidbit for a while.
    She’ll come around looking for me before the night is over.
    They always do.

CHAPTER FOUR
TRISH
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    “H is girl?”
    What did he mean by that?
    From the moment his muscular tattooed frame started making its way toward me through the crowd, I knew he was trouble.
    Big time.
    Nothing worse than a badass biker with an attitude.
    I’ve met plenty of guys like him before, arrogant assholes used to getting their own way. None quite so good-looking though with his jet-black hair and mesmerizing blue eyes. 
    Or as sexy.
    Raw masculine energy radiates off him in every direction. It is all I can do not to be caught up in it like a spider web. I suspect most women aren’t so lucky.
    I don’t know what his deal is and don’t want to find out. My gut tells me to stay far away. There’s plenty enough crap in my life without adding the temptation of a sexy-as-hell tattooed biker to the pile.

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    B y the time my fourteen-hour shift is over, I am dead tired. Every step hurts on the walk back to the hotel. The first thing I’m going to do when I reach my room is soak my tired feet in cold water. Then I’ll take a hot shower to wash off all the grime and the stench from the bar.
    A soft bed or even a hard, uncomfortable hotel room bed will feel so good. I’m already dreaming of crawling under the sheets and passing out for a solid eight hours, maybe more.
    I climb the two sets of metal stairs leading up to my hotel room and reach for my key card. The flickering glow of the television light shines through the curtains. I frown. Ty must have left it on when he left the room earlier. At least I hope he is gone. I am not in the mood to be dealing with him tonight.
    Stepping inside the door, I sling my purse on a chair and reach to switch on the main light. The sight of a big, red-headed bearded man sitting on my bed startles me.
    “Big Roy! Jesus Christ! You scared me half to death. What are you doing here?”
    The President of the Liberators Motorcycle Club is the last person I expect to see waiting for me in the dark room. Ty must have given him a key. I’m going to chew my brother out good. I can’t believe he did this to me.
    Big Roy hits a button on the remote control to mute the pay-per-view porn channel he is watching. He looks at me for a long minute without answering. “I’m waiting on you, darling. I hear you have something for me. Hand it over.”
    I hesitate, confused. Normally I turn over all of my earnings directly to Ty. I don’t have a clue as to what happens to the money after that point. I always assumed most of it went to Big Roy and the club. I never ask questions because I wouldn’t get straight answers anyway.
    “Okay,” I say, reaching for my purse since saying ‘no’ to Big Roy isn’t an option.
    “Throw it to me,” he orders.
    I toss him the purse and wait while he digs out my wallet. He quickly counts the thick, folded stack of bills.
    “Two hundred?” he says with obvious disappointment. His eyes narrow dangerously. “That’s it? Ty told me you would be bringing in more every night.”
    I shrug as if it’s no big deal. “The beauty contest was going on tonight at the bar, so it slowed down beer sales. Plus I was stuck working near the side of the stage where the men couldn’t see the action while they were waiting in line.”
    I sit down in the chair and begin unzipping my boots.