Three Way, the Novel by Olivia Hawthorne, Olivia Long Read Free Book Online Page B

flounced off to start with the first wave of customers for the night.
    It wasn’t bad at first, none of the groups of guys who came in had seen the little show last night so they treated me like they normally did. Which means that they ignored me when somebody was on stage and tried to flirt with me when the girls were changing.
    Typically pervert behaviour.
    A couple regulars came in but they stayed away, they couldn’t even make eye contact with me when I approached their table. I didn’t know if it was them being respectful to me or if they were simply terrified that I was Ryker’s girl.
    I think it was the latter, these kinds of guys weren’t exactly the type who were known for being respectful to women.
    The rest of the night went like that. Men came and went, but none of them seemed to recognize me from my time on the stage or none of them wanted to hit on Ryker’s woman.
    Having a bad ass biker pull me from the stage seemed to have helped, and by the end of the night I was confident that things would blow over just fine.
    Until one loser grabbed my arm and dragged me back to his table. “Come here, sweetheart,” he slurred and stared at my breasts with his eyes almost crossed.
    “Get your hands off me,” I hissed and jerked my arm away.
    “You ain’t too good to shake your ass on stage, why are you acting all uppity now?” he whined.
    “I’m not uppity but I’m not a dancer,” I spat and stomped away.
    He called me an awful name as I left and my face flamed with anger and embarrassment. I vowed that as soon as I could I would quite my job at the Hen House. As good as Mel had been to me in giving me the job, I just couldn’t handle being treated like a piece of meat for much longer.
    Maybe Ryker would swoop in on his white horse and whisk me away. That was my secret daydream if I was being honest to myself.
    The reality would probably be him riding up with his Harley and making me cling to the back of him as we headed to some scummy biker clubhouse.
    Either way, a girl could dream.
     
    ***
     
    The driver arrived at exactly six o’clock the next evening as Ryker had promised. I had tried on a few different outfits and hadn’t known which one to wear considering I didn’t know what on earth Ryker had planned for us.
    I settled on a pair of jeans, a pretty blouse, and a cozy sweater. I pulled on knee high leather boots and grabbed my purse just before the driver knocked on the door.
    My hair was in loose curls and my make up was more dramatic than I usually did it, but I loved the way my eyes looked with the smoky shadow highlighting them.
    I’d never really tried for a man before, but I wanted to guarantee that Ryker wouldn’t be running away from me this time.
    I slid into the town car that Ryker had sent and relaxed as the driver took me through the city streets.
    I half expected to go to a seedier part of town, somewhere rife with crime and gang activity, but I was surprised when the driver turned north towards one of the better neighborhoods.
    “Where are we going?” I asked the driver.
    “Mr. Montgomery’s home,” he replied and didn’t offer anything else so I didn’t press him for information.
    I enjoyed the view, the long wide road and the beaches and water along the way.
    Finally after about forty minutes, the driver pulled off the main highway and off into a subdivision dominated by palatial homes and massive stone fences. The further down the winding road we drove, the larger and more secluded the houses became.
    We pulled up to an enormous metal gate with a scrolling letter ‘M’ prominently displayed in the middle and the driver clicked a button on the car’s visor.
    The gate slid open and we made our way down a luxuriously landscaped and manicured drive towards a colossal white mansion set back on a slight incline.
    “This is his house?” I exhaled with my eyes open wide.
    “That it is,” the driver replied and stopped the car in front of an expansive gleaming white