The Biker's Fate Chapter 630

He rolled his eyes.

"What?" I demanded.

He slid an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him. "I wish you'd see yourself the way the rest of us see you."

I hugged him and smiled. "I'm working on it, honey."

He moved his hand down to my butt and gave it a pat as he teased, "Work faster."

Within ten minutes I had already found two dresses, a pair of pumps, a handbag with a matching leather notebook, and three pairs of earrings to buy.

"I thought you said you just wanted to window shop," Cash said.

"What? It's only a few things," I replied, innocently.

"Then I think we should get you out of here before you really become dangerous."

"You heard Claire. Friends and family discount, baby. That means I'm not spending money, I'm saving money."

"That's not how math works," he replied.

"Maybe not regular dumb old boring math, but that's definitely how girl math works."

As we made our way to the checkout counter, only one customer was in front of us. It was Lauren and she appeared to be in some sort of disagreement with Marci at the register.

"This could all be cleared up if you'd just call Claire," Lauren said. "We're dear friends."

"As I said, Ms. Hurley is on an important overseas call and cannot be disturbed at this time. You can either pay for the items you've selected, or I'd be more than happy to hold them for you if you want to come back later."

"I don't want to come back later. I'm here now and would like to pay now, so if you could just apply my discount to the total purchase price that would be great."

"I've explained that I don't have authorization or instruction to grant you a discount."

I let out a quiet gagging noise only Cash could hear.

"This is ridiculous. First of all, you clearly heard Claire when she instructed to give her friends a discount." Lauren motioned to me and her. "Besides, and I didn't want to have to say this, but honestly, I shouldn't have to pay anything for this stuff." Lauren looked to me for support. "Right?"

I shrugged.

"Ms. Hurley authorized a discount for her," Marci said, motioning to me. "Not for you. I don't know who you are, and because I don't own the store, I can't just give discounts."

"Right." Lauren huffed. "I'm only one of the most important and influential influencers on social media today. I know you're familiar with my work, so don't act like you're not. One positive post from me about this place and it'll be packed with every local celeb. One negative word, and Claire won't be able to get a job at the Discount Dress Depot."

"Was that a threat?" I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.

Lauren turned to face me. "Still butting in where you're not needed, I see."

"Still bullying people, I see," I lobbed back. "Why don't you pay for your stuff and be on your way?"

"I swear, I will tell everyone—"

"What?" I asked. "That you tried to bully your way into something you didn't deserve and when you were told 'no,' you stomped your foot like a petulant child? Good luck with that. Jesus, you're still just as much of a bitch as you were in high school."

"I'm only trying to help these people," Lauren seethed. "Do you know how many followers I have?"

"I don't know, Lauren. More than Charles Manson but less than Hitler?"

Lauren's face blotched red. "What did you say?"

"You heard her," Claire's voice rang out as she stormed up to the counter. "And now you can hear it from me. Place those items on the counter and get out of my shop before I drag you out by your cheap hair extensions, you social media whore."

Lauren dropped everything in her hands to the floor. "You've messed with the wrong influencer."

"I doubt you could influence a burning man to piss on himself," Cash said, quietly.

"Enjoy failure," Lauren said, before spinning on her heel and rushing out of the store as Claire called out, "Thank you, don't come again!"

Claire met my eyes and burst into giggles. "Oh my god, I love you."

"Love you back," I said, setting my items on the counter.

Claire rang me up personally, and I was pretty sure she gave me a little more than the friends and family discount, then Marci handed me a beautiful black and white striped bag with black ribbon handles.

"I put my card in there," Claire said. "It has my cell on it. Let's get drinks soon."

"Girls' night," I promised.

"Me too?" Marci begged.

I grinned. "Absolutely."

Cash took my bags from me and led me out to his truck and then home where we unpacked all the groceries, then made dinner. It was the perfect end to a perfect day.