The black woman didn’t even look at Tack. Her eyes came straight to me then shocking words came straight out of her mouth.
“Looks like Tack was in the middle of givin’ the business.” She finally looked at Tack. “Early Monday mornin’ nookie during office hours. You biker boys know how to live.”
I blinked again. The blonde’s smile got broader. The brunette’s giggled quietly.
Tack did not giggle, not that he could giggle. He also didn’t chuckle. And further, he didn’t smile.
What he did was level annoyed eyes on the black woman and demand to know, “What are you three doin’ here?”
“Uh, Hawk rescued your girl,” the black woman replied, jerking her head in my direction. “Then he told Gwen you’d claimed a woman. This is juicy and you ain’t stupid. You had to know we’d be here to check her out, schedule the test then, if she passes, bring her into the fold.”
Tack glared at the black woman then his eyes went to the ceiling.
Then they went to the blonde. “Peaches, never thought I’d regret that day you strutted your ass into Ride. But right now, I’m regretting that day you strutted your ass into Ride.”
Test?
Bringing me into the fold?
Peaches?
“Can’t go back. Have to go forward,” the blonde replied, still grinning huge.
“Fuck me,” Tack muttered.
“Um… hi,” the brunette said to me. “Don’t be alarmed. We’re harmless. Or at least Gwen and I are. I’m Mara.” She pointed to herself. “This is Gwen, Hawk’s woman.” She pointed to the blonde and I could see this. Hawk was hot therefore it was not a surprise that Gwen was stunning. “And this is Elvira.” She pointed to the black woman. “We’re not really here to test you. We’re more like a welcoming committee.”
Uh. What?
“No, we aren’t,” Elvira contradicted, eyes narrowed on Mara. “She doesn’t have sass, she’s not in the club.”
“I don’t have sass,” Mara returned.
“Girl, what you been smokin’? You totally have sass,” Elvira shot back.
Gwen leaned toward Mara. “It’s the quiet kind of sass. It’s different but it’s good.”
“Fuck me,” Tack muttered again.
“I wish,” Elvira muttered back, eyes on Tack then she looked to me. “That’s part of provin’ you got sass, lettin’ us know how he is when he’s in action. But, I’m warning you now, I don’t do too much information. Just enough to confirm he’s not only hot on the outside but he’s also got the moves. I can’t function around a man if I know his ability to give pleasure.”
I stared at her and I was pretty sure my mouth was open.
Was this actually happening?
Finally, seeing as no one was speaking, I figured it was up to me to respond so I mumbled, “Um…”
“Elvira, you’re scaring her,” Mara warned.
“I scare her, she don’t have sass,” Elvira retorted.
“Then that proves I don’t have sass because I know you and you’re scaring me,” Mara returned.
“Whatever,” Elvira murmured and looked at me. “Cosmos. Tomorrow night. Club.”
“That doesn’t work for me,” Tack put in, moving in my direction. “Tyra’ll be at my place tomorrow night.”
I would?