Page 21 of Silver Fox Daddies

“Oh, trust me, I do understand,” she says.

I’m impressed. I expected Melissa to cringe again, but she keeps her shoulders straight, challenging Bishop. Finally, somebody who can put him in his place. “I might not remember everything, but Idoremember receiving a certain photograph…” She raises an eyebrow.

“Just a token of our appreciation,” Bishop says.

Silence lingers between us. I hear Melissa’s breath hitch, her eyes switching between all three of us.

“How old are you, darling?” asks Diesel.

“Nineteen.”

Awhooshof relief travels through me. I feel it go through the others too.

“And what do you do?”

“Christ, Diesel, less of the interrogation,” I say. “Besides, we know what she does. She works at the?—”

“Part-time,” Melissa cuts in. “I’m a student. I study at the state college here.”

“You like to get drunk?” I ask.

The smile fades from her eyes, shoulders dropping. “Not particularly.”

“You seemed to last night,” says Bishop.

“So? Who cares what I do or don’t do? You’re not my daddy.”

“Not yet,” Bishop mumbles under his breath.

I elbow him in the side. “Dude.”

But it appears Melissa heard, the blush returning to her face.

“You scrub up pretty well, sweetheart, don’t you?” Bishop says, smiling.

Diesel frowns. “You don’t look hungover at all.”

“Trust me—” Melissa shakes her head. “It wasnota pretty sight this morning.”

Bishop smiles. “I’m sure you could make everything a pretty sight.”

Her breath hitches again, chest lifting in time to her breathing, the blush returning to her cheeks once again. She’s flushed, and she doesn’t do a good job of hiding it either.

“Is an apology all you came here for?” Melissa asks me.

Obviously, no, but I wanna hear what the other two have to say first. As a prospect, I don’t want to test my luck too much.

“You know as well as we do,” begins Bishop, “why we’re here.” A smirk crawls onto his face. “We want you. Come back with us.”

“Bishop!” Diesel hisses.

Bishop ignores him and turns back to Melissa. “I sense that you have some tension. You must be stressed as a college student. Inside all day, working hard. When was the last time you let yourself go, hm?”

Melissa looks to me and Diesel, chest heaving even more.

We’re intimidating her, I’m sure of it. Diesel alone intimidatesme.

I can’t imagine how this might feel for her, having three deadbeat motorcyclists sitting across from her.