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“Whatever. Who are you? And why are you with my man?” Kit growled at Cora, trying to intimidate her, but Cora was not even the slightest moved by her tantrum.
“I am Cora.” She replied softly and continued to fill her plate.
“Hey, I am talking to you.” She poked Cora in her side, causing her to hiss in pain at her sharp nails digging into her. I went to stand, but Cora placed her hand on my thigh, stopping me from putting this chick in her place. Instead of responding to Kit, she turned to me.
“Are you her man?” I hear a hint of hurt in her voice.
“Nope, not even close, never fuked her, never even kissed her, so no idea where Kit believes I am her man,” I replied, looking only at Cora, seeing the relief in her eyes at my declaration.
“No! NO! You are mine, I’m there for you every day, getting your food, washing your clothes, you’re mine.” Kit argued as if doing the housework in the clubhouse gave her the right to claim me.
“Kit, calm your t**s, or you will be kicked out of the clubhouse.” Oddball’s voice came from the door, having arrived in time to see the conflict, but waited to see how it panned out.
“This isn’t over, slut.” Kit snarked back as she turned and gave Oddball a sweet, innocent look.
“So, now I am not a tart? Make up your mind, girl.” Cora grinned at Kit, not at all bothered by the outburst.
Kit stormed off in a huff. I wasn’t worried about her threat as much as Cora was injured and Kit had unknowingly caused her pain, and could do so again if she corners her alone before she has a chance to heal.
Cora had an appetite; it was good to see a woman eat and not pick at food. Some are far too skinny, but still don’t eat. I guess some men like their women that tiny, not me. I like some meat on their bones, something to get hold of without being afraid I’ll break them.
“Cora, tonight we have the doors open. Many come for fun, some to see what a club looks like, just warning you that it can get a little chaotic at times.” Scrubs warned, I guess he was thinking of her thigh. It can get crowded, and bumping into her was a high risk; I might need to get her to rest in one of the club chairs, where she would be safe.
“Noted,” Cora replied, shrugging as if it was nothing at all. I guess compared to a busy night in the emergency room, our club’s open nights might be tame for her. The stories I heard from Bluey about their busy nights were crazy wild, drunken brawls in the waiting room, where a bar fight continued at the hospital. We have recently had some of our guys start working on Friday and Saturday nights at the hospital. For that reason, they are there purely to try to keep the peace for the innocent people waiting to see a doctor.
Cora POV
The rude girl didn’t phase me at all.
What was her name?
Kit, the wannabe who had privileges, but shouldn’t have them, or something like that, was dressed provocatively, and her perfume overtook the smell of food when she got too close. Her make-up might be okay with others, but being someone who rarely wears it, because work prefers a clean face, it’s more hygienic, it looked like it had been plastered on, it hid her true self under so much foundation, and her eyelids were completely covered, like all the way to the eyebrows, I haven’t seen make-up, like that, except on a clown, but I guess if it had been tastefully done, it might have looked better, it was not my style.
I had seen enough rough women to know they are feeling vulnerable, or have a higher opinion of themselves, to act that way. I am no threat to anyone, but if push comes to shove, I can defend myself. Having taken self-defense classes, I know a few pressure points that can put even the largest man to his knees.
Gunner had to go to work for a few hours in the club’s workshop. I didn’t expect him to hover around me all the time; he’s a busy man, but he left me with a chick called Scones. She ran the kitchens and was preparing for tonight, making sausage rolls, mini pies, and other finger food. Apparently, they do this each week, and the food stays on the club side of the hall, a barrier between members and visitors, and the food was for members only, or in my case, a special guest.
“Cora, can you cook?” Scones asked me, and she was already covered in flour.
“A little, what do you need?” I replied, I am no master chef, but I can hold my own. Well, I don’t mind my cooking, and haven’t had many complaints, not like I will win any cooking competitions, but the food was passable.
“Can you make the pies?” She pointed to the bowl of minced meat, waiting for the ingredients.
“All one flavour, or a variety?” I put on the apron I was given, limped to the bench, and sat provided, sitting on the edge, trying to avoid my injury. on the stool
“If you can, a variety sounds good. I usually do the basic meat one, but it might be nice to give them a surprise, with garlic, or curry, something to zing in the mouth.” I nodded and started to work, breaking the meat up into four bowls, and had some fun, creating one very hot and spicy, one with pepper, a plain one, and a curry one, and, to make it fun, a vegetable one.
“Can you put this lot in the oven, please?” I asked Scones as she returned from the bathroom.
“What are the labels on them?”
“H, for hot, C for curry, V for vegetable, P for pepper, and the one with nothing on it is plain meat pie.”
“Oh, got to try one of each when they are cooked, can make cakes? Muffins?”
“Sure, I can do that.” Scones wiped down the bench and put the ingredients on the table.
“Do you have blueberries, apples, chocolate chips, or raisins?” I started thinking about what I might need to make some variety, listing it off for Scones to gather for me
“You sound like you can cook more than a little. Saves me a lot of time. How’s the leg?”
“Doing okay.” It was better than okay. I thought I’d be out of commission longer, but the pain was manageable, so I didn’t keep taking the pain relief. It only grazed the muscle. I was lucky if it went into the muscles; I could be out for months, as it was repaired, but this may be a week, two at the most. I was very lucky; it could have been my life.
“Yeah, I am okay, nothing a rest won’t fix in time.”
“We are all grateful that you did that. We would be lost without Gunner. He’s been the rock of this place. You’re in his room now, yes?”
“Yeah, not that he gave me much choice over the matter.” I huffed. The option to choose would have been nice.
