When I woke up I had forgotten where I was for a minute, I looked around the bright sunlit room and found myself alone, all things considered I didn't feel all that bad.

Definitely sore from Cole, but no hangover per say, just a little headache. I can usually hold my liquor but I was on an empty stomach double fisting shots.

I wish I had a phone to text Lana, but since I haven't gotten a new one yet, I have no choice but to look for her.

I found my leggings, and Coles black hoodie, then slipped them on. I freshened up first because I had no idea who is in the house.

Quietly I opened his door and slipped into the hallway, not making a sound, I made my way to the kitchen where Lana was having coffee with Ghost.

"Morning" I smiled

"Morning, coffee is in the pot" Lana said "did you sleep well?" She asked trying to hide a smirk with her coffee cup at her lips.

I smiled with my back to them thinking of Cole "It was great" I said pouring coffee.

It was almost 11am and I had a 3pm interview and I needed to get a phone before that.

"Hey Lana, when do you think we're headed back? I need to go get a new phone before my interview" I ask with my back leaning against the countertop as I looked at her.

"Where are you working?" Cole asked walking to the kitchen, looking every bit as good as last night, in just jeans hanging off his hips in the most perfect way showing his deep V. No shirt Damn

"Oh, um , I'm not yet, I'm interviewing at the club where Lana works"

"We will be leaving in about a half an hour, the guys are headed out" Lana said clearly sad Ghost was leaving again.

"I'll be back tomorrow night baby, you know how this works" Ghost said

"Okay, well, I'll just go grab my stuff" I said not wanting to be in their conversation.

I caught Coles eyes as I left the kitchen, I dropped them to the ground and walked fast to his room, now all I wanted to do was get out of here.

When I got into his room I started looking everywhere for my thong. I found the dress but the thong was no where to be found.

"Looking for this?" Cole stands at the door with my thong hanging from his pointer finger.

I didn't even hear him come in.

"I'm think I'm gonna keep it" he whispers.

A crimson blush heats up on my cheeks.

"I'll give it back next time" he said with his sexy smirk.

Alarms went off in my head.

"Cole? I-

he cut me off by pulling me by my hips and bringing me to him.

His eyes searched my face for something right before he kissed me. One of his, turn your legs to jello, kisses. Slow and sensual, not rushed at all.

No! There was supposed to be no consequences from last night. He was supposed to be a safe bet because He didn't want anything from me, except what I wanted from him.

"" Ghost yelled for Cole as his loud footsteps crashed down the hallway, making me jump and break our kiss.

"We need to split...now. Shits gone sideways and we got a fuckin problem" Ghost held a knowing look with Cole.

Cole gave a throaty laugh "When do we not, brother?" he grabbed a shirt and hoodie out of his drawers.

"Well this-Listen boss we gotta go. The prospect is gonna take my old lady and her friend home and then meet us there so let's go" Ghosts voice was full of urgency. He left Coles room which left us standing there staring at each other. I faced him as he stood right in front of the threshold of the doorway a few feet into his room.

"I'll just keep these safe" Cole said patting his jean pocket, which I'm assuming held my thong, while backing up towards the door. I couldn't help but let out a half scoff-half laugh at him over this thong.

"It was really nice meeting you Hailey" he said with definite innuendo about last night as he gave me one last sexy smirk, and a wink, then he backed out of the door and left.

I waited a minute before I went to find Lana and Drew. Once I heard bikes rumble, I left the room.

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Drew took Lana and I back to the club to get her car and from there she took me to AT&T on the way back to her house. I got a new phone with a private number so hopefully that slows Ryan down. I also got a spray tan.

I hadn't really gotten any time to talk with Lana about last night with everything I had to get done today and I had some questions.

I had just stepped out of the shower when Lana came into my room.

"So, Do you wanna know what I think? She asked plopping down on my bed.

"No" I laughed.

"Well I'm gonna tell ya anyway"

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't"

"Listen, I could tell Cole took a liking to you, and I'm not changing what I said about him as far as relationships go, but Cole and the club would be really good friends to have, if Ryan did show up here"

"I know, I was actually thinking that last night, but I definitely feel drawn to him, so I don't know if that would be a good idea. It would be playing with fire Lana"

"And you love to play with fire Hailey. You want that edge and excitement. You grew up in a rich family, with both of your own parents, with a happy childhood. Nothing tragic in your upbringing indicates, what would be a typical behavior pattern, to drive someone to these types of men. For you, you just needed escape. That's why you got so sucked into Ryan so fast. You're drawn to danger and a hot bad boy, you're not the only one that's ever happened to" Lana gives me her best psych evaluation. It never made sense to me why she didn't use her degree.

"It's this simple, You grew up privileged, perfectly controlled and b.o.r.e.d

So, you were drawn to something out of control to piss your parents off but you liked it too much" She gives me a mischievous grin.

"There is no one more out of control and riding the razors edge than, Cole. He was actually tame and normal last night. You haven't seen him drunk yet!" She laughs "All I'm saying is, Cole isn't Ryan, and it's okay to have liked being with him or to see him again"

I was finally ready for my interview so I went and sat in my bed next to her. "Maybe, I can't think about it anymore right now though, I have to get to the interview. So you'll be working until midnight?" I ask her

"Yes, and you have the job, this is just a formality"

Lana was right, I was born into privileged family, I didn't need to work. I had a irrevocable trust fund that I was allowed to have access to last year when I turned 25. I just wanted a job.

She was also right about the attraction I felt to the bad boy in Cole. But doesn't that mean I should have learned my lesson with Ryan? Bad boys equal bad decisions... with consequences.

"How do I look?" I ask standing up so she could check out my out fit. "I think I'll go shopping after the interview. I need desert clothes"

"You always look beautiful Hailey" she smiled and then furrowed her brows and her eyes dropped to my neck.

"Cole left his mark, I have some shape tape for that, come on and let's get going" she tells me and my hand goes up to my neck instinctively. I smile as I think of his lips on my neck leaving his mark on me

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"You can start tomorrow and for the next two weeks you can work Lana's shift and shadow her while you learn the ropes. After the two weeks, we will both know if you'll work out, then we can put you on a permanent schedule. How does that sound? Do you have any questions for me?" Blake Roberts, my new boss asked me.

"That sounds great Blake" he told me to call him Blake "and I don't think I do right now, but I'm sure some will come up"

"Great!

Welcome to The Gold Room. See you tomorrow Hailey" Blake stood, making me do the same and he showed me out. I had to find Lana.

I pulled out my phone and text her, she told me to met her in the bathroom.

"I'm working your schedule for the next two weeks. Now I'm going to the mall to reinvent myself into a desert queen" I laugh in a very good mood.

"You have to go to the Fashion Show mall. Anything and everything you need is there. The guys are back tomorrow...maybe you could get a desert, biker queen outfit Cole can't resist"

I sighed "Lana you said yourself that he doesn't do relationships who's to even say he won't be with someone else already tomorrow? No, I got what I wanted from Cole, and it was hot. He can definitely lay it down, but I can't jump from the frying pan into the fire right now. Ryan is looking for me right now, I guarantee you, he could show up tomorrow" I tell her facing reality.

"But I'll face that when it happens. For right now I'm spending some of this privileged fucking money" I tell her as a huge smile spreads on my face "I love retail therapy! See you at home" I tell her giving her a big hug.

"Be safe over there Hails" She warned

I pat my purse "Still have my Beretta, don't worry about me" I've carried my gun for six months now because I never knew what Ryan would do. "Bye" I wave going out the door.

I made a bee line to my car, excited to shop, it always makes me happy. It was about four in the afternoon and it was hot. I blasted the ac in my Jeep and sang to Halsey on the radio, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time. Even the brown eyes looking back at me in my rear view mirror didn't hold hatred in them.

Starting Over In Sin City was just what I needed.

Maybe Cole was too?

No, I push that thought from my head as I pull into the mall parking lot.

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I had shopped for hours and I was beat but I wanted to make one more stop. I had done a lot of thinking in the mall as I shopped, mainly because I couldn't stop thinking of Cole. His hands on my body, his gorgeous face and his pretty ocean eyes that shift from green to blue. I usually don't go for blondes but it worked on him, dark dirty-blonde.

Every shirt I saw, I wondered if Cole would like it. As I passed Victoria Secret, of course I thought about my red thong he kept, so I found myself in there buying new thongs and lingerie in different colors. Plus, a few new bras.

My last stop though, was at the

Harley Davidson shop.

What am I doing? I sleep with this guy once and he is in my head.

I had never been in a Harley store before. It smelled like leather. That was because leather jackets, pants, bike bags and anything else you can think of , hung in black everywhere. Wall to wall black studded leather.

"Can I help you?" A way too tanned, bleach blonde woman, in her 50's probably, asked looking at me like I was clearly in the wrong store.

"I'm just looking, Thanks" I replied and continued to look through the racks.

Then I saw a perfect outfit that screamed 'fuck me hard on the back of your bike Cole'.

Black leather bootie shorts, with basically a black leather bikini top that had crystal jewels that hung off of it between my boobs. To top it off my own leather jacket, leather pants and a plain black leather choker that had a silver ring that extended from the throat.

If this doesn't bring him to his knees, I don't know what will?

It screams biker queen as Lana said.

I grabbed a few Harley Davidson Las Vegas tank tops and tee shirts and plopped it all on the counter

"I'll take these please"

I noticed some very mirrored ray ban sunglasses under the glass counter "those too please"

After ringing it all up, she hit me with the total "$2,378.47"

I handed her my black card like it was my business card. She still didn't say anything to me while bagging my things, I hate rude customer service people.

"Thank you for shopping at Harley Davidson" she finally spoke when she handed me my bags.

I mumbled a Thanks and left with my eight bags.

I had shopped and now I was ready to drop.

The sun was setting now in the desert and it was gorgeous. I slept through it last night, I was speechless looking at it now, until my phone rang.

Thinking it was Lana because she was the only one who had my number.

"Hello! I shopped til I dropped" I laughed into the phone.

My face dropped when I heard the voice on the end other.

"Hi beautiful? Are you running again? You didn't learn last ti-

I hung up.

I slammed my steering wheel

Two days was all it took him. I knew I shouldn't have got this phone.

Consequences