The Biker's Wench by Jamie DeBree Read Free Book Online

where guests can pretend to be kings, queens, princesses you name it. But there is a large suite at the end of each wing. I live in one, and Harley lives in the other. Come on, I'll show you."
    She started walking toward the center of the stairs and Monica followed, curious when they kept going straight rather than up the steps. Betsy stopped in front of one of the walls and pushed on a small iron square with her thumb. A few seconds later, the wall slid open to reveal a small elevator car. Monica followed Betsy into the lift.
"The private residences are in the basement?"
    The other woman nodded. "Harley thought it would be safer and easier to keep the guests from accidentally wandering in." The elevator stopped and they got out, Betsy leading the way down a long, narrow hall. "It's very nice though, you'll see. But first, I need to show you one other thing...” she turned to the left, and Monica was surprised to see another staircase leading down.
    "Uh, just how far down does this go?" The stairs were a little steeper than the first set, and she held tight to the railing as she cautiously descended.
Betsy moved across a narrow landing to a heavy steel door and waited for Monica to catch up. "There's one more sub-floor beneath us, but this will do for now." She studied the rocks around the door for a moment, then reached between two for a smaller one they were hiding. Turning it over she retrieved a key and placed it in the lock. Waiting to open it, she glanced over her shoulder. "If you ever need to get off the ranch without anyone seeing you, this is one of the places you can go." She pulled the door open and the scent of wet, packed earth assaulted Monica's senses. Peering into the dark, she frowned.
"I'll need to remember a flashlight, I guess. Where does it go?"
Betsy chuckled, pointing to the left wall. Monica could just barely make out a small cooler on the ground just inside the entrance. "Everything you need should be in there - I check it monthly and try to keep the batteries fresh. There's also bottled water and a towel." She pushed the door shut again, making sure the lock engaged before she put the key back in its hiding spot. "The tunnel is long, but if you just keep going you'll eventually end up out by the highway. The entrance on that end is well-hidden too, so you'll have time to avoid whoever it is you're running from. Just stay in the main tunnel. If you turn off, it’s easy to get lost. There are a lot of passages below the ranch from when it used to be a cult compound."
Monica nodded, the words barely registering as she stared at the metal door. She should just go. She could be gone before Harley got back. But Betsy was already moving toward the stairs, expecting her to follow. She sighed and reached for the railing, pulling herself up one step at a time. It wouldn't hurt to see Harley's place, and she had to admit the underground accommodations were intriguing. They reached the top of the stairs and Betsy led her down the hall and unlocked a door with her own key.
"Here we are," she said, pushing the door open and leading the way inside. "The guest room is just down that hall," she pointed to the right, "and there should be something in the refrigerator - I just stocked it the other day. Make yourself at home."
Smiling gratefully, Monica waited until Betsy had gone and then locked the door and padded down the hall to find the guest room. She felt completely drained, and a nap sounded like the best option at this point. She found a gigantic four-poster bed with a green brocade canopy waiting, carefully laid the beautiful dress over a chair and crawled beneath the covers.
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When she woke up, Harley was there, sitting beside her on the bed with an amused smile on his face.
    Monica stretched, keenly aware of Harley's gaze slipping to her chest as her bare breasts threatened to escape the bedspread.
"Have a good nap?" His rich, low voice slid like silk over her body and she struggled to hide her