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Jax
The house next door didn’t take long to sell, which surprised me. It had barely gone on the market. The Word was that the place had sold within an hour after the realtor had put up the for sale sign. All we could find out was someone offered over the asking price after seeing pictures of it, and the owner accepted. After that, Rooster’s old lady was ecstatic because she had been hired to decorate the whole place. She said the lady that she spoke to called herself Rose Woods. To me, that sounded like a made-up name, but when we searched her, she was some writer. Young too, and not terrible looking. I mean, she wasn’t a supermodel or anything but wouldn’t be the ugliest neighbor I have ever had. And apparently had given Sue basically free rain to decorate the place however she wished. Well, with two requests. Rose wanted the bedroom to be furnished with a king-size bed, dark oak wood furniture, the walls were to be painted grey, the curtains had to block out the sun completely, and the carpet had to be crazy soft and white. And then the basement was to be furnished with gym equipment, things you would find at a boxing gym and a regular gym. Sue was then sent half a million to work with and told if she needed more to let her know money was no issue so long as the house was inviting and comfortable. So to say that Rose was the talk of the town was an understatement. And then this morning, on my way out the door, I saw a moving truck pull in and unload a bunch of boxes.
With that, we spent the day working and keeping our eye out for this Rose. Rooster was one of the noisiest guys I knew and wanted to know who this chick was. After Sue had finished and sent pictures of everything to Rose, the only response she got was in the form of a bonus check for a hundred grand for a job well done and a thank you for getting it done so fast. I mean, who the hell does that? And why did this writer choose our little town? It made no sense. After working all day at the MC’s auto body shop, a few guys and I decided to grab a bite to eat and hang out. Just after putting in our food orders, we heard a motorcycle pull up outside and were curious which brother would be joining us. So to have a hot chick none of us had ever seen before walk-in shortly after drew our attention. We waited for her old man to walk in any minute and were curious to see who it was, but no one followed her in. She took a seat across the diner but set so she could see us, which I found interesting. She placed her order with Dolores, the old waitress that has worked here since she was a kid.
The guys all went back to talking about s**t. I only half-listened as I watched her pull her phone out and start working off it from the looks of it. Her black hair was long and flowed down her back and looked as though it had streaks of dark purple running through it. Her eyes were grey and popped from the dark makeup she had on. She was dressed in black jeans with knee-high boots that looked like they added a good inch or two to her height, and under her leather jacket, she had on a black tank. That she reviled just before she set down as she removed her jacket. Her tank hugged her small frame like a second skin as her large breasts filled her top nicely.
Before long, we all received our food, and she received hers right after. I tried a few times to join back into the conversation at the table but found it hard to concentrate with her here. She finished her food and slid out of the booth she had set in, and dropped a few bills on the table before heading back out. I took that as my cue, tossed a couple of twenties on the table to help pay for everyone's food, and followed her out. As I stepped out of the diner, she was climbing on the motorcycle we all heard pull in before she walked inside. f**k if that didn’t make her even hotter. I acted normal as I walked over to my bike and climbed on. I did my best to make it look like I wasn’t following her even though I was to see where she was going. To my surprise, it wasn’t hard when she pulled into the driveway across the street from my own house. I pulled in and watched as she opened the garage and pulled her bike in before closing the door. From inside, I could see lights being turned on as she moved through the house. Strange, but so far, everything to do with that house had been strange if you asked me. Maybe she was yet another person this Rose hired to work for her. With things having been delivered this morning, perhaps she was hired to put it all away for the rich lady.
The following day I found the woman sitting out on the porch next door in a pair of pink flannel pajama pants, a pink tank, and pink fuzzy slippers. She had her feet propped up on the railing in front of her with a laptop on her legs. She was sitting with a cup in her hand and looking at the screen. I watched her a minute as she stared intently at the screen, then set her cup down and started typing. As I climbed on my bike, I kept my eyes on her, watching as she typed something, then picked up her cup again and stared at the screen. Pulling on my helmet, I kicked my bike to life, drawing her attention from the computer in front of her to me. I nodded slightly, gaining me the sexiest smile I had ever seen on a woman as she returned my nod in greeting. As I pulled out of my drive, her eyes fell back down to her computer as she set her cup down again and started typing again. As I drove to the clubhouse to meet with Rooster, the MC’s president at least for this chapter, I couldn’t help but think that maybe the person we saw and thought was the known owner of the house was not, in fact, the owner.
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