“Let him have it.” Killyama didn’t stop eating to encourage her friend.
Cade couldn’t dodge the plate of food in the tight confines of the booth. He scraped the food off and onto the table. “I thought we had settled this.” Cade slid out of the booth. “I need to go to the bathroom and wash this off.” He strode away without looking back at her.
“He’s mad at me,” Jane whispered, ashamed of her behavior.
“You think?” Sex Piston handed her the Chimichanga back before taking the check from the angry waiter who was going to have to clean up the mess when they left.
“I need to get back to work.” Jane wanted to be out of there before Cade returned.
She took her bags and slid across the booth, trying to avoid the food. “I’ll see you guys later.”
Her friends all called out their goodbyes to her retreating back, and she had to blink back tears as she pushed the door open. Cade was so furious with her he might throw her out of their new house. She couldn’t blame him, either. She had acted terrible. She should have waited until he came home before giving him hell about Rock’s comment on Demie.
Jane ate her remaining lunch on the drive back to work, castigating herself for her behavior. Of all her friends, she was the most passive and laid back, letting herself forget that none of the other women had used grenades to blow anyone up … as far as she knew. Well, maybe Killyama might have. She couldn’t be sure. She would have to ask her.
Once Jane arrived back to work thirty minutes late, she admitted several patients for testing, the whole time thinking about Cade. She debated texting him several times to apologize yet couldn’t bring herself to do it, still too hurt after finding out about Cade and Demie.
Jane clocked out at the end of the day, for once not anxious to go home. She sat in her office chair, tempted to go to Crazy Bitch’s apartment to spend the night. Instead, she rose to her feet with a plan.
She sent a message to Sex Piston before starting her car. She knew exactly who she was going to fuck to pay Cade back.
* * *
Jane smoothed the white T-shirt down. Her tiny bra provided no barrier for her peaked nipples, and her leather pants were so tight they were about to cut off her circulation.
Opening the door to the clubhouse, she had to catch her balance in the impossibly high-heeled boots she was wearing. Jesus, she didn’t know how Sex Piston made wearing the boots look so easy.
Her friends were already seated at a table with a bottle of tequila in front of them. Jane had no doubt they planned to entertain themselves by watching the show. They definitely could be a pain in the ass sometimes.
Jane spotted the brother she had every intention of seducing. She gave her breasts an extra bounce and made her hips sway as she walked across the floor. Provocatively, she leaned against the bar.
Demie, whose large breasts were stunningly displayed in her own white T-shirt, was working behind the bar. Jane refused to compare herself against the woman. Those days were over. From now on, she was determined to have more confidence in her own appeal.
“I’ll take a beer, Demie.” Jane silently dared the bitch not to wait on her.
Demie reached into the ice, handing her a beer while giving her a nasty look, before she retreated to the other side of the bar.
“Hi, I’ve seen you around the club the last couple of months, but I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Fat Louise.” She held her breath after introducing herself.
Cade paused at lifting his beer to his lips, turning to face her. He was silent a full minute before answering, “I’m Traveler.”
“Cool name.” She took a sip of her beer for courage. “Want to dance?”
“Yeah.”
Fat Louise set her beer down on the counter then walked to the dance floor, avoiding her friends’ snickers as they passed their table. “Call Me the Breeze” was playing as she began moving to the music, swaying in place and appreciating the way Traveler’s hand went to her hips to bring her body closer to his. His thigh slid between hers, making her nipples tighten in arousal, at the same time his gaze dropped to her breasts.
“Hungry” played next. Jane shot Killyama, who was standing by the sound system, a reproachful look over Cade’s shoulder.
They danced until the floor became too crowded, going back to the bar for their drinks.
“I want to be honest with you.” Jane licked the drop of beer away that clung to her bottom lip. “I came here tonight to cheat on my boyfriend.”
“Is that so?”
Fat Louise nodded her head. “I wanted to pay him back for cheating on me. You were going to be my revenge fuck.”