Wingman (Woman)

by Bella Jewel

  Ohhhh, maybe Autumn has a sexy stalker.

  I flick on my coffee machine and set it to the strongest setting. I need a serious shot to wake me up. While I wait for it, I shove through the papers on my countertop, trying to find my phone. Frowning when I come up empty, I look around the room trying to locate it. I find it sitting upside-down on my couch.

  It can stay there.

  I lift my coffee up when it’s finished, and bring it to my lips. Oh God, heaven. Pure heaven. The warm liquid eases the burn in my throat as it slides down, and I let out a content, overly-loud sigh. Then the high-pitched sound of my phone ringing fills the room. Why did I ever set the tone to a bad rip-off of the Crazy Frog?

  I rush to the sofa, lifting it into my hand and flipping it over. Unknown number. It might be Autumn using her male friends phone. She always forgets to charge hers. I answer it and press it to my ear, holding my coffee in my free hand.

  “Yeah?”

  “Tiani?”

  Sexy male voice. Definitely not Autumn.

  I’m sure I didn’t get lucky last night. Frantically, I search through my already hazy memories. Oh God, did I get lucky and not know about it? There was that super hairy dude that cracked onto me . . . surely I wouldn’t have been that desperate. Ugh.

  “Hello?”

  Shit, the phone. “Ah, hello.”

  “It’s Reign.”

  Reign. Golden eyes Reign?

  With a relieved smile, I say, “I’ll admit it, Reign. It frightens me that you have my number and I didn’t give it to you. Should I be worried?” I ask, flopping down onto the couch and taking another sip of my coffee.

  “You handed me your business card during your little . . . show.”

  Right, I did.

  “Oh, right. So,” I encourage, “how’d it go?”

  “Did I get fucked last night, you mean?”

  “Well of course that’s what I mean,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I wasn’t interested in hearing about you two talking all night and her leaving with a soft kiss to the head.”

  He snorts. “It went fine. She was a good lay.”

  “Ugh, such a pig thing to say.”

  He chuckles.

  Oh, wow. That sound.

  “I never claimed to be anything but.”

  “You make a valid point. So, why are you calling me? Oh, I know. You’re calling to say thank you. No problem, Reign, it was my pleasure.”

  He grunts. “Do you always talk so much? It’s giving me a headache.”

  “You rang me, buddy,” I point out.

  “I rang you because I was impressed with what you did last night and it got me thinking about things. I decided I would like to offer you a job.”

  “I was kidding about being a whore,” I say quickly.

  “I’m not offering you sex, Tiani.”

  “Tia,” I say. “And what are you offering? I run a business. I don’t really need a job.”

  “You’re an accountant, and your boss allows you to do all your work from home. You don’t run a business, and this won’t stop you from working.”

  “How did you know that?” I mutter. “Are you a stalker, Reign?”

  “It isn’t hard to find out. Now that’s beside the point. I have a proposition for you.”

  “Does it involve sex?” I question.

  He sighs. “Shut up, and I’ll tell you.”

  “Fine.”

  “I’m offering to pay you to . . . well . . . basically, pick up for me. That, amongst other things.”

  “You want me to be your . . . wingman?”

  He’s silent for a minute. “I wouldn’t have put it so bluntly.”

  “Well,” I laugh, “how would you put it?”

  He sighs. “It wouldn’t just be getting women for me, it would also be accompanying me to charities, dinners, and other such formidable events. I don’t like going, but I go because Selena is there.”

  “Selena is . . .”

  “My ex.”

  “Ohhhh,” I drag out. “I get it. You want me to make your ex jealous.”

  “I’m not asking you to pretend to be my girlfriend. I’m simply asking you to accompany me.”

  “And to get your dick wet on every other day.”

  Another snort. “Something like that.”

  “You know what my next question will be,” I say, crossing my legs. “Why the hell does someone who looks like you, need someone like me to pick up for you?”

  He grunts. “I don’t like to talk, I don’t like to be charming. I’m not a man that can walk into a bar and melt the panties off someone with conversation. I fuck, it’s that simple. You got me an easy lay last night, I didn’t have to think and I certainly didn’t have to charm. I want it to be that easy again.”

  “Interesting. Next question. If you’re so keen on getting your ex back, tell me why you’re fucking around?”

  He makes a grumbling sound and mutters, “I’m a man. I’m single. It’s not like I’m cheating so I don’t see why it matters. I like to fuck, I have somewhat of an appetite.”

  “Are you sure it was your ex that screwed your P.A and not you, with that appetite of yours?”

  He growls. “Yes.”

  “All right, don’t blow a load. I was only asking. Final question,” I take a deep breath. “Won’t she be, like, super pissed when she finds out you’re sleeping around?”

  “She fucked around behind my back and as I said, I’m single for now. It’s not her business. When we work it out, I won’t be doing it anymore.”

  “Why do you want her back, if she cheated on you?”

  “Clearly you’ve never been in love.”

  I snort. “Love is for wimps.”

  “Are you finished now?” he sighs.

  “Last question, how much?” I say, crossing my legs and leaning back.

  “Five thousand a month.”

  That has me jerking upright. “Repeat yourself.”

  “Five thousand a month. For that amount, you will come whenever I need you—I will take into consideration that you have your own job too. The rest of the time you need to make yourself available. I will purchase any dresses, shoes and accessories you need for events. I will also drive you to and from locations, as well as providing you food and other such luxuries while you are in my presence. On the days I don’t need you and you’re not working, I have a heap of paperwork for the bars that I could use your skills to help with. You know how to do that?”

  I huff. “Of course I know how to do that.”

  “So, five thousand a month, what do you say?”

  My body is screaming yes, yes, yes, but calmly I say, “And how long will this little arrangement last?”

  “Until she comes back to me, and when she does, if I like your work, I’m more than happy to keep you doing my books.”

  Oh dear.

  “And if she doesn’t come back to you . . .”

  “She will,” he says, his voice hard.

  “Okay, keep your shirt on. Do I have time to think about it?”

  “No.”

  “Are you always so bossy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fine.” I sigh. “I’ll do it, but if I don’t like it, I’m stopping. No contracts.”

  “Fine,” he grunts. “It’s a deal.”

  It’s a deal.

  Shit.

  I just became a rich dude’s wingman.

  Epic.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Six months later.

  The club is pounding when I enter, looking for Reign. He called me here tonight in a less-than-charming mood. He’s having trouble with security in this particular club lately, and he’s all wound up. He needs to get laid, so here I am. I shove through the crowds of people and grinding bodies until I get to the bar. I curl my fingers around the edge of it, sighing. Sheesh, that was an effort.

  “Rough night, lady?” Benny the bar attendant says, grinning at me.

  “You can say that again, Benny,” I puff. “Where’s Reign
?”

  “In the back office.”

  I nod and step around the bar to find the back halls. Reign’s office is at the back, and the door is shut. Maybe he already got lucky? That would make my night easier. My heels click as I walk down the hall, swishing my hair as I go—I was far too lazy to tie it up tonight.

  When I reach Reign’s door, I swing it open without knocking.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  My eyes widen and drool builds in my mouth. Holy fucking smokin’ biker alert. There are two bikers sitting in the chairs near Reign’s desk. I catch the backs of their leather jackets. They’re obviously from two different clubs. One has Hell’s Knights on the back and the other has Heaven’s Sinners. They both turn and stare over at me, and my legs go weak.

  Whoa.

  Rawr.

  One has blond hair, but it’s that sexy, messy kind. He’s got a chiseled jaw, and these killer brown eyes. He’s to die for. The other has that tall, dark, and handsome look about him. He’s got long, dark hair and stunning blue eyes. He’s older than the blond one, but shit, his age does not change how gorgeous he is.

  “Holy biker hotness,” I mumble.

  Both men raise their brows and Reign snorts.

  “Boys, this is my . . . employee, Tiani,” Reign says, his voice tight. “Tiani, this is my new security team. Meet Spike and Jackson.”

  “You hired bikers,” I breathe. “Epic.”

  The blond biker, Spike, grins at me. “She belong to you, Braxton?”

  Reign’s eyes travel over me, and his jaw tics. “Nope.”

  I pout at him and then turn to Spike. “I pick up for him. I’m his wingman.”

  Spike laughs, throwing his head back and clutching his belly. Jackson, smokin’ hot Jackson, grins and shakes his perfect biker head.

  “You’re fuckin’ shittin’ me, right?” Spike chuckles.

  “Excuse me, biker,” I say, putting my hands on my hips, “but I will have you know that Reign here keeps his dick nice and wet because of my work.”

  “You’re fuckin’ serious, aren’t you?” Jackson says, looking a little shocked.

  “I’m deadly serious.” I smile, crossing my arms.

  “She up for hire? I got a few boys that need a good lay.” Spike grins, winking at me.

  “No, she ain’t,” Reign says, giving me a warning look.

  “You ever need a job, darlin’,” Jackson says, “you give us a call.”

  “Aw, and here I was thinking bikers were pricks.”

  Both men flash me panty-melting grins.

  “Oh we are, precious,” Spike says. “Don’t you doubt it.”

  I smile and turn to Reign, who is giving me one hell of a ‘let’s fuck’ look. Wow. Seriously, the man is so damned good looking. Maybe not in the biker way, but in the dominant-businessman kind of way.

  “I’ll wait outside.”

  Jackson stands, reaching over the bar and shaking Reign’s hand. “We’re done here. I’ll send two boys in tomorrow. We got ourselves a deal?”

  Reign nods, shaking his hand. “Yeah.”

  “Later, winglady.” Spike grins as he passes me.

  “Oh, later all right.”

  When they’re gone, I turn to Reign. “You seriously hired bikers to do your security?”

  He leans back in his chair. “Those bikers are fucking good at what they do. They’re tough and they know what they’re doing. I’ve known Jackson for a long time. I trust him and his club.”

  “But, aren’t they, like . . . criminals?”

  “They’re running my club security.” He smirks. “Not growing drugs.”

  I wiggle my finger at him. “That you know of.”

  “Trust me, they’re worth the price I paid for them.”

  “I bet. I’ll be sure to make sure the majority of our wingman activities are held here.”

  “They’ve all got old ladies,” he points out. “Sorry, babe.”

  “Talk about killing my buzz,” I mutter, dropping my ass onto Reign’s desk. “So, give me tonight’s rundown. What do you want?”

  “Get me a crazy one,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “I need a hard fuck.”

  I grin. “Oh, I’ll get you a crazy one. Don’t you worry about that.”

  He glares at me. “Make her a normal, yet crazy one. Don’t get me a fucking psycho like you did last time.”

  “Picky, picky.” I laugh.

  Last week I picked up for Reign, but the girl was . . . errr . . . slightly unstable. Apparently she not only wanted Reign to beat her during sex, but she wanted him to do it in front of her friends. Twisted sister.

  “Make her normal,” he orders.

  I give him a sardonic look. “Oh, I will.”

  I turn and head towards the door, and then I spin back. “How much damage was done to the club?”

  His eyes grow angry. “Enough. I lost thousands of dollars worth of alcohol, plus they busted the back cellar open.”

  I frown. “Shit.”

  “Quit talking and find me a good lay. I got shit to do.”

  “A thank you would be nice,” I say, taking the door handle.

  “I don’t need to thank you, I fuckin’ pay you. Do as you’re told.”

  “I’m not your dog, Reign.”

  He gives me a hard expression. “Do I need to hire someone else, or are you going to stop talking and go and do your fuckin’ job?”

  Oh, well excuse me.

  I walk out without another word, I won’t get him a crazy one, but I’ll sure as shit make sure he pays for his snarky attitude tonight. Asshole.

  I step out into the crowd with a massive grin on my face. “Ladies, hey ladies!” I scream.

  About thirty women turn towards me. “You all know Reign Braxton, right?”

  A good amount of them cheer. Who doesn’t know Reign Braxton?

  “Well, I’m pleased to let you know that he’s looking for some extra special lovin’ tonight. So much so that he’s offering five hundred dollars to the lady that makes him moan. You better be quick. Only one lucky lady will get all that man meat.” I turn and point to his door as Benny opens the small door leading out the back with a laugh. “Go and get him, ladies.”

  About twenty women rush past Benny down the halls.

  With a grin, and a sassy flick of my hair, I leave the club.

  That’ll teach him.

  ~*~*~*~

  R: I’m going to fucking kill you.

  I laugh.

  Maybe next time he will be more thankful. I mean, without me he wouldn’t get laid so easily. Okay, that’s kind of a lie on my behalf; he’d probably get laid without even blinking. Damn him and his wicked perfection.

  R: Seriously, I’m going to fucking kill you.

  I quickly text him back.

  T: All I wanted was a thank you. Such a sad story.

  R: Fucking. Dead.

  T: Aw, poor Reign.

  R: Run, babe. You’re going to pay for that.

  I have no doubt I will.

  I get home and pay the cab driver before climbing out and heading inside. I flick all the lights on and admire my little piece of perfection. It might not be huge, but it’s mine and I’m proud of that. I kick my shoes off and drop my purse on the counter, then I plod over to the fridge, hungry. I stare into the mostly empty space for a while, and then with a sigh I swing the door shut.

  I’ll order a pizza.

  I lift my phone and dial the nearest pizza place, making my order. The young man on the other end of the line assures me the pizza won’t be long, before hanging up. I walk over to my couch and flop down with a long, drawn-out sigh. I do feel kind of sorry for Reign. He would have been bombarded with all those women, not to mention he likely had to cough up $500.

  Oopsie.

  Fifteen minutes later, a knock sounds at my door. Finally, my pizza. I rush over and swing it open only to face Reign, holding a pizza box. Dammit. His face is telling me he’s not happy, and his body is stiff and tight. He thrusts th
e pizza box at me and takes a step forward, causing me to take a step back.

  “Since when did you become a pizza boy?” I joke.

  He glares at me and I give him a guilty expression.

  “Twenty fuckin’ women,” he growls, walking inside further. “Twenty of them throwing themselves all over me, trying to rip my fuckin’ clothes off and begging for not only my cock, but five hundred fucking dollars.”

  I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.

  Reign steps towards me. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?”

  I burst out into a fit of giggles, dropping the pizza box on my coffee table. “Well, that’ll teach you for treating your employee so badly.”

  He steps forward, dropping his shoulder into my belly and launching me up into the air, squealing. He takes two big strides and reaches the couch, where he drops me down and pins me with his hands to my shoulders. “I ought to take you over my fuckin’ knee and spank your ass for such bad behavior.”

  I laugh harder.

  “Try it, asshole,” I say between giggles.

  With a wicked grin, he flips me over effortlessly. I squeal and shove forward, laughing so hard I’m crying. Reign’s hand comes down over my ass and I let off a high-pitched scream. He whacks me again before flipping me back over and leaning down close, so we’re nearly nose-to-nose. “Try that again, and I’ll bare your ass the next time my hand is on it.”

  I laugh as he stands up, running a hand through his ruffled hair.

  “So, I guess that means you didn’t get laid?”

  He shoots me poisonous look that has me biting my lip again.

  “I asked you for crazy, not a fucking group of crazy. I didn’t get laid, so you owe me. Starting with that pizza . . .”

  I sit up, still unable to wipe the smile from my face. “All right, I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”

  His eyes sparkle with humor. “Damn right you will.”

  “Not with sex,” I point out, flipping open the pizza box and taking out a slice.

  “Don’t you think that’s my choice?” he deadpans.