CHAPTER THREE
-:- PENNY -:-
Things seem to be happening very fast, what with the new job, moving back to my house, and all the new friends I seem to have made.
The old ladies Nyx works for are amazing.
They look after Arabella as though she were their own grandchild.
The ladies at the clubhouse have called to see Arabella and have invited me to visit them at their homes.
Mia, who I was introduced to as the First Lady of the club, is amazing.
She seems to do so many things even while having three children of her own.
The day has been super busy. I ran more interviews for the receptionist jobs and oh dear, where do all these applicants come from?
I interviewed a Bentley Mathews who I have on my short list. He has a great personality, was a PA for the company manager of a small commerce business.
He isn’t happy with the position as his boss is making him work over seventy hours a week for no extra salary.
I had to admit to myself that he looked tired.
Another applicant was straight from college and chewed and popped gum the whole time during the interview. When I asked questions that a client may ask all I got was, um, oh, and other nonsensical noises.
Five more applicants came and went until I interviewed Wren Phillips.
She was a breath of fresh air after the shower of applicants I’d just seen.
She was quick-witted, friendly, and polite, also has experience working on a reception desk for a local dentist. Not the same as security, but I think she’ll quickly get used to what is needed.
Wren and Bentley are starting work today, but in a learning capacity.
They will sign a non-disclosure agreement as nothing from this security company will be spoken of outside of the building.
If anyone breaks this disclosure, they will find themselves in more than a little hot water.
“Wren, if you clean the reception desk Bones is coming down to set up the equipment we’ll need.
He’s completed the background checks and both yourself and Bentley had nothing for anyone to worry about.
I’m thrilled to have you working here with me, and if you see anything that you think will improve the running of the reception area tell me, don’t be shy.
” Turning to Bentley who is hanging framed pictures on the wall, including a copy of the company’s license to operate, I say, “They look good, Bentley.”
“They add a little something, don’t they?” Bentley steps over to me, standing beside me as we look at the wall. “I like the simplicity of the area, and the wall-to-wall desk gives a feeling of safety to anyone behind dealing with clients.”
“I had wondered if we should have glass above, you know, like the tellers at banks!”
“No, it would have made it too impersonal. We have mace, a panic button and I see someone thought of a taser. Nice touch.” Bentley chuckles, and I laugh with him. Because do we really need all that?
The day flies past. Ruger keeps passing as he goes through the area to pick up another piece of equipment the team needs. I grin to myself because it’s more than obvious he’s not happy when he sees me laughing with Bentley. Jealous much!
****
Walking into the house, I give a huge smile to the ladies and Nyx who are all sitting at a table eating their evening meal. Joan has the stroller next to her and Arabella is sound asleep, blowing small milk bubbles. She looks so sweet that my stomach clenches, and I know I’m blessed to have her.
“Hello ladies. Has everything been okay?”
“Yes, of course it has been okay. We’ve had a great time.” Nyx points to a seat at the table. I take it and thank Joan who hands me a glass of soda.
“What have you been doing?” I ask, sipping my drink.
“We went to the park. It’s a longer walk than we expected, but we did it. Stopped twice along the way, but it was pleasant and the fresh air did us good,” Tina responds before continuing to eat.
Nyx places a plate in front of me, smiling. “Eat.”
“Oh, thank you. That’s really kind of you,” I give each of the ladies a smile as a way of thanks before picking up my fork and taking a mouthful of the stew on my plate. “This is lovely,” I compliment.
“My Elijah loved stew. I sure miss him,” Tina sighs, and she looks lost for a moment, right before her eyes light up with some memory or other.
Sandy giggles. “I know that look.”
Nyx just has to ask, and if she was near to me, I would pinch her to shut up. Tina, of course, tells what had crossed her mind.
“Well, I was thinking about the time Elijah and I had a meal to celebrate our fifth anniversary. We had the greatest sex I can tell you…in the shower, against the hallway wall, and I even did my first blow job.”
Now, I spurt soda out of my mouth and nose, coughing and trying to get myself under control while Nyx is laughing at my predicament.
Tina ignores my dilemma and continues. “No idea why they call it a blow job? I blew so hard I saw stars, and Elijah had no reaction to it apart from saying…” Tina drops her voice and talks like a gruff man, “Fuck's sake, Tina… don’t blow, suck!”
“Why would I want to suck? It’s a blow job, after all.
Well, I can tell you I sucked as advised and my eyes flicked up to Elijah when he let out a hell of a wail, right as my mouth filled with nastiness.
That was the first and only time I gave a suck job.
I told Elijah he wanted a blow job that’s what I’d give him, a blow.
But, if he wanted a suck job he could do it himself.
” Tina looks so proud of herself that I can’t stop laughing.
Nyx has her head on the table, shoulders shaking, and snorts of laughter are heard by us all.
“It’s a shame I didn’t know you then, Tina. I could have taught you how to do it properly. I learned from something on the tinternet…” Carol states.
Tinternet? What the hell is tinternet?
“Do you mean the internet, Carol?” Sandy asks.
“Oh, yes, that’ll be it,” Carol replies, then continues. “The woman on the internet had a banana, and she showed everyone how to do it. She called it deep throat, too. Well, I can tell you I can’t do that. Makes me gag.”
Oh…My…God…these women!
“I never did it. I don’t think a penis should be in a mouth, or an ass if it comes to that.” Sandy screws her nose up at the thought.
Joan, however, is sitting with a grin on her face, and everyone at the table knows what she’s thinking about. By the look on her face, she did it all and liked it!
Nyx is still laughing and I’m just staggered by what I am hearing these ladies talking about.
I finish my meal quickly, grab Arabella and put her into the vehicle, all while Nyx is following me while giggling to herself.
“I don’t know how you cope with them.” I shake my head at Nyx.
Nyx giggles more. “They are good, a little old-fashioned of course, but they were married to servicemen, who I think are very early bikers. Many of the bikers are prior military, so there is a connection. I’m just not sure yet if they develop into better or worse as bikers?”
“The bikers that I have had any interaction with have been great. The ones I’m working with at my job are good men. It’s easy to see they are prior military. It is in the way they walk, talk, and have a protective type of aura.”
Nyx nods, “Yes, I agree. Colton is not prior military, but he’s picked up all those traits from the ones he is around on a daily basis. He would have made a brilliant soldier, and I think I may have to get him a fake uniform, just for fun of course.”
“No, stop. Enough of the sex talk. That in the kitchen was enough for me.” I giggle as I climb into the vehicle, waving bye to Nyx and heading home.
****
An hour later, after getting Arabella bathed, fed and settled for the night. I pour a tumbler of juice and sit on the floor in the living room. There is no furniture apart from a rickety kitchen table that has one of its legs taped together and two chairs that survived the trashing of the place.
A knock on the door takes me by surprise. I am cautious and look through the side window next to the front door, surprised to see my landlord standing outside.
Opening the door, and before I can say anything at all, my landlord pushes a card into my hand.
It’s like a credit card but has the name of a furniture store on the front.
“I’ve placed an amount of credit at the store for you to use for furniture to replace all that was broken.
I want to apologize that the security wasn’t up to par, and you suffered the losses you have.
Please, take that as compensation and get what you need. ”
I don’t have time to say anything, not even thank you as he turns and dashes away.
I look at the card in my hand and am flabbergasted if I’m being truthful.
But I also am grateful to the MC who I’m sure put pressure on to sort out the problem.
I need some of everything and I’m going to get everything I need if there is enough on this card to do that.
Looking around the house, I think it would be nice to have some decorations, like a vase for flowers, a rug beside the sofa, simple things that will make the place cozy and feeling like home.
I’m going to speak to Nyx, see if she knows what convinced my landlord to do this. I know it was mentioned previously, but I didn’t hear more, so expected nothing to come of it.
The door is knocked on again, and I look once more out of the side window and see Ruger standing with his back to the door. Sighing, I open the door and raise an eyebrow questioningly. I don’t know why he didn’t just use the key he so secretly had made and was all smug about.
Pushing past me and into the house, Ruger looks around with a frown. “Babe, you need furniture.”
“Yeah, Captain Obvious.” I chuckle to myself as I head to the kitchen. Hot chocolate would be good right now, but I have none at the moment. I have two freezers full of meals and desserts, but no food in the pantry area to speak of. “So, what is it you want?”
Ruger folds his arms over his chest, and smirks. “You don’t want to know what I want, not yet anyway. But I’m taking a job with security for the time being, so you’ll see me at work daily. With that being said, I’ll make sure you have lunch and none of this missing eating crap you’ve been doing.”
“I don’t eat crap. But I don’t have time in the mornings to get anything ready to take with me. I’m thinking now I have Wren and Bentley in the reception area. I can send one of them to the sandwich shop up the street.”
“I’ll get your lunch, and then we’ll eat together.
We are a we, and you best get used to that.
” Ruger steps over to me, takes my face in his hands and places his lips gently over mine.
Pushing his tongue to my lips, I open for him to taste me, and it’s not long before the kiss deepens.
Once the kiss finishes, I’m misty-eyed and Ruger is grinning like a fool.
“Get out of here. I need to shower and get to bed.” I push Ruger towards the door, and he allows it.
Let’s say it as it is, if he didn’t want to move I’d not be able to move him.
“Oh, I want a lunch worth having if you are buying it.” I slam the door behind him, but can’t stop the stupid smile on my face.
Right then, Arabella starts to cry and I rush upstairs where I’ll be changing and then feeding her.
I’m ready to get to bed, but this is my life at this point, and I wouldn’t be without my daughter, so don’t begrudge the lack of sleep at times.
It would be nice to have someone to share this with, and a daddy for Arabella, too.
Punkin is what Ruger calls Arabella, and he’s already said he’s going to adopt her. Maybe, just maybe, it is meant to be?