Serial Novel: The Biker's Wench, Chapter 53
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The Biker's Wench

Chapter 53
This is going to work. Harley glanced at Monica as they went out the back door of the salon. He wouldn't have recognized her on the street after Alex finished with her. Aside from the prim gray suit and demure shoes, Alex had applied latex with some sort of skin glue and thick make-up to her face and neck, transforming her into an older, almost sickly looking character. The wig she wore was a dark blond color rolled up into a classic twist at the back of her head to fit with the professional attire. Harley was both amazed and frustrated with the transformation. The suit was sexy, the rest just made him feel disoriented.
Monica looked up at him, smiling, though the faux skin kept it from reaching her eyes. "You look so...different," she said, reaching up to almost touch his face before dropping her hand back to her side. "I'm afraid to touch it - wouldn't want to ruin all that hard work."
"The wig itches," he complained, scratching carefully at the back of his neck. "Or it could be all those pins he used to keep my hair under the cap." He had a new appreciation for actors and anyone who had to wear a wig on a regular basis.
She took his hand and laced her fingers through his. "No one will recognize you though, and this will be over soon. What time is the meet?"
"Three this afternoon. We need to get to Reno, find the original clients and get everything set up." He squeezed her hand and pulled away, needing to put his focus back on the project. He pointed to a sleek green car parked a few feet away. "That belongs to the ranch - we'll take it into the city, since it doesn't have any markings. Ready?"
She nodded, falling into step beside him. "As ready as I'm going to get," she said, stepping carefully on the gravel. "I should have kept my tennis shoes for this part."
Harley grinned. "I can carry you if you want." He remembered how she felt in his arms the last time. A perfect fit. Although seeing that cute little ass hanging over his shoulder might be fun too.
She shook her head and cocked one highly plucked eyebrow in mock disapproval. "We wouldn't want to cause a scene, now would we, Mr...ah...what are our names again?"
"Nick and Darcy Benoit. I'm a wealthy oil magnate from Alaska, and you're my trophy wife-slash-office manager."
Monica snorted. "Your buddy has an interesting interpretation of 'trophy wife'," she said, sliding into the passenger side of a big green Caddilac sedan. Harley got behind the wheel and put the box of equipment on the seat between them. He reached over and popped another button on Monica's white silk shirt, running his finger over the lacy edge of her bra.
"I think Alex got this one right," he said, feeling her shiver under his touch. "He knows the real prize is what's underneath." Reluctantly he pulled his hand away and started the car, feeling her stare as he pulled onto a back road that would take them out of the ranch. Monica took the box and put it on the floor, scooting closer. He knew he was in trouble when her hand caressed his thigh and then drifted between his legs.
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The Biker's Wench

Chapter 53
This is going to work. Harley glanced at Monica as they went out the back door of the salon. He wouldn't have recognized her on the street after Alex finished with her. Aside from the prim gray suit and demure shoes, Alex had applied latex with some sort of skin glue and thick make-up to her face and neck, transforming her into an older, almost sickly looking character. The wig she wore was a dark blond color rolled up into a classic twist at the back of her head to fit with the professional attire. Harley was both amazed and frustrated with the transformation. The suit was sexy, the rest just made him feel disoriented.
Monica looked up at him, smiling, though the faux skin kept it from reaching her eyes. "You look so...different," she said, reaching up to almost touch his face before dropping her hand back to her side. "I'm afraid to touch it - wouldn't want to ruin all that hard work."
"The wig itches," he complained, scratching carefully at the back of his neck. "Or it could be all those pins he used to keep my hair under the cap." He had a new appreciation for actors and anyone who had to wear a wig on a regular basis.
She took his hand and laced her fingers through his. "No one will recognize you though, and this will be over soon. What time is the meet?"
"Three this afternoon. We need to get to Reno, find the original clients and get everything set up." He squeezed her hand and pulled away, needing to put his focus back on the project. He pointed to a sleek green car parked a few feet away. "That belongs to the ranch - we'll take it into the city, since it doesn't have any markings. Ready?"
She nodded, falling into step beside him. "As ready as I'm going to get," she said, stepping carefully on the gravel. "I should have kept my tennis shoes for this part."
Harley grinned. "I can carry you if you want." He remembered how she felt in his arms the last time. A perfect fit. Although seeing that cute little ass hanging over his shoulder might be fun too.
She shook her head and cocked one highly plucked eyebrow in mock disapproval. "We wouldn't want to cause a scene, now would we, Mr...ah...what are our names again?"
"Nick and Darcy Benoit. I'm a wealthy oil magnate from Alaska, and you're my trophy wife-slash-office manager."
Monica snorted. "Your buddy has an interesting interpretation of 'trophy wife'," she said, sliding into the passenger side of a big green Caddilac sedan. Harley got behind the wheel and put the box of equipment on the seat between them. He reached over and popped another button on Monica's white silk shirt, running his finger over the lacy edge of her bra.
"I think Alex got this one right," he said, feeling her shiver under his touch. "He knows the real prize is what's underneath." Reluctantly he pulled his hand away and started the car, feeling her stare as he pulled onto a back road that would take them out of the ranch. Monica took the box and put it on the floor, scooting closer. He knew he was in trouble when her hand caressed his thigh and then drifted between his legs.
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Published on March 11, 2011 10:41
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