Monroe, Marla - Brandy's Bikers [The Dirty Dozen 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page B

as well.
    Gasping for breath, West cleaned up once he could move again and climbed out of the shower to dry off. He slept nude as did Kyle so he climbed into bed and wondered if he would sleep and if he did, would he dream of her.
    “Get some rest, West. We’ll see her tomorrow. I’m sure of it.” Kyle turned over in bed to face the other way.
    West lay there a long time thinking about her and wondering how she would react to them wanting to date her, to both of them wanting to date her. This was a small town. She might be totally appalled, or she might just turn her nose up at them. Surely if she were the one, she wouldn’t do that. West finally drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Brandy on his mind.

    * * * *

    Sunday afternoon, she clocked in at the diner and began bussing tables from the noon crowd. Sandy was still seeing to three tables of families. She would be busy for a while, so it was up to Brandy to clean and set up the rest of the room. By the time she had finished, Sandy had the others checked out and was cleaning her tables.
    “How was the crowd today?” she asked the other waitress.
    “Not as big as usual, but several of them were picky today for some reason.”
    “Hope it’s not an omen for the rest of the afternoon and night. I don’t handle picky people too well,” Brandy confessed.
    “Hell, you handle everything without batting an eyelash.” Sandy headed for the clock, but stopped and turned around. “I almost forgot. Hal woke up with a stomach virus or something and won’t be in. Jim’s going to fill in. Figured you would want to know.”
    “Great, just what I need tonight,” she griped.
    Jim was the biggest pervert in town. He hit on anyone and everyone. It didn’t matter if they were too young or too old or too married. She’d had words with him on several occasions and had requested the night shift to get away from him. He just grossed her out with his grabby hands. The owners wouldn’t fire him because he was the only short order cook they had that worked anytime they needed him.
    “You’ll be okay. Just ignore him and keep busy.”
    “Pray that I will be busy, so he’ll stay back in the back and leave me alone. I’d hate to have to bust his balls.” She’d do it, too, if he didn’t keep his hands off of her.
    “Good luck. I’m out of here.” Sandy hung her apron on the peg by the back door and clocked out.
    Brandy hurried back up front and busied herself cleaning salt and pepper shakers, ketchup bottles, and napkin holders. When the bell over the door rang she looked up and nearly died. It was the two bikers from her dream. What were they doing there so early in the afternoon? It was only three.
    “Hi, sit wherever you want. What can I get you to drink?” She tried to sound confident.
    “Sweet tea, and pie if you have it.” Kyle took a seat, smiling at her.
    “We’ve got lemon, pecan, and apple.”
    “I’ll have pecan,” Kyle said.
    “Lemon.” West gave her a slow, dangerous-looking smile.
    His smile seemed to turn her insides upside down.
    She hurried back to the counter and proceeded to fill their tea glasses and cut pie for them. She brought it all back at one time on a tray. She hoped she didn’t end up dumping it all over them. When she made it safely to their table and had delivered her load, she returned to cleaning the counter while stealing glances their way. Once, Kyle caught her and smiled. She felt her face turn hot and red, and ducked in the back to rinse out her cloth.
    “Hey there, Brandy girl. What you doing tonight after work?” Jim pushed up against her as she rinsed out the cloth.
    She stepped back from him and squeezed out the rag. “I’m busy tonight like always, Jim.”
    He grabbed her arm and squeezed a little. “Come on. You know you want a piece of me.”
    “Like I want a bullet to the brain, Jim. Let go of me.”
    He let go when the bell on the door rang, but he leered at her chest, smacking his lips. Brandy hurried out to