Page 13 of Archer (Dirty Misfits MC 3)
Cole snorted. “It’s not like any of us can go undercover and strip. And even if Astrid was available—”
“Which she’s not,” Porter and Brooks said in unison.”
Cole continued. “—she doesn't know the first thing about stripping. They’d see right through her. As much as it sucks to admit, Josie’s our best shot at this. And we all know she wants to get back to work sooner rather than later. It was practically written all over her face.”
I shook my head. “Not gonna happen.”
Brooks drew in a sobering breath. “Well, it isn’t your decision to make.”
I slowly looked over at him. “What ever happened to protecting women and respecting them? Huh?”
He scowled at me. “We aren’t forcing her to do shit. We’re going to present it to her in an orderly fashion, and if she wants to take the risk, she can agree.”
Porter nodded. “And she can turn it down just as easily and we won’t get her any grief about it.”
I slid my hands into my jacket pockets to keep from strangling them both. “If we’re going to do that, then we find another woman to ask as well. We let Josie know that she isn’t the only one we’re asking, because I know that if we make her feel like she’s our only resort, she’ll do it whether she wants to or not.”
Brooks sighed. “She kind of is our last resort.”
I growled at him. “Well, make it look like she’s not, big shot.”
I stood so violently that my chair shot out from beneath me. I slammed my fists against the table and let out a bombastic roar before I tore my way for the front door. However, once I ripped the front door open to storm out to my bike, I was met with two very familiar individuals that stood with their backs straight and their shoulders rolled back.
“Hey, Porter?” I asked.
I heard him stand to his feet. “Yeah?”
I eyed Astrid and Josie hotly. “I think we got company. You’re gonna wanna see who’s here.”
Then, as if I hadn’t already made myself clear enough, Josie slipped past me without a second thought. Marching into a room full of men that had just been arguing about her.
And it made me wonder how much she had overheard.
Six
Josie
After eating, resting, and ultimately taking a nap, I woke up to an empty house. I felt good, though. Not too sore, and not too cloudy-headed from my medication. So, I decided to get up and meander around. I started with the upstairs, slowly going from room to room and seeing what all they had to offer. Hell, I even took a sneak peek into Archer’s room.
And my jaw about fell open onto the floor when I saw it.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
His room was one massive square, with the house-side walls being made of nothing but tinted glass. His four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room, with bedside tables hovering on either side of the bed since they were strung up from the fucking ceiling. His ensuite bathroom wasn’t separated from his bedroom, either. There was a tub that sat at the far corner of the bedroom, placed near the glass so the bather could overlook the beautiful view of the ocean.
And the beautiful walk-in shower wrapped up in tinted glass had a waterfall shower head that seemed to come from out of nowhere directly into the ceiling.
“Wow,” I murmured.
I could have set up camp in his room and never once left. But I decided not to creep on his personal space for very long. I slipped out and closed the door behind me, then gingerly made my way downstairs.
Where I almost got lost in the maze of hallways trying to find the rooms.
“Good God, who needs this much house?” I asked.
There was a library with books that looked like they had never been touched. There was a kitchen with beautiful, updated stainless steel appliances that looked like they were hardly utilized. The living room and dining area sort of bled into each other, and the refinished marble flooring alone boasted of how much this house probably cost him.
He makes this kind of money running with a crew?
I ran my fingertips along the kitchen granite countertop before making my way toward the back doors. I threw open the set of French doors and let the curtains flutter where they wished to go as I stepped out onto the finished wooden deck. The hot tub bubbled softly to my left while there seemed to be a patio set-up to my right around what looked like an open fire pit built directly into the floor of the deck itself.
And in front of me were a set of steps that led straight into the white, sandy beach.
“This is too much house to sit and do nothing with,” I murmured.
