Free Jungle Fever (Bayside Tigers #6) by Rachel Real

Chapter One
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    W e’re gonna see strippers... What the hell was I thinking when I agreed to this? Elsa Spilnecki thought. Sure, it was Elsa's bachelorette party. And sure, it's supposed to be her last wild night of fun, but really ?
    Elsa's typical idea of fun was cooking up new super secret recipes for her bakery. The same recipes that made James Marshall, her fiancée, take notice. But her wild and crazy bestie, Caroline Rue, wasn't taking "no" for an answer.
    "C'mon, Elsa. You didn’t fly all the way down here, to this bright sunny paradise, just so you could mope for seven days in the hotel..." Caroline teased, pushing a reluctant Elsa forward.
    Elsa's wedding was only a week away. And so far, she's only been panicking about flower arrangements, food catering and dress fittings.
    A bunch of Elsa's friends and colleagues flew in from New York for her island wedding in Bayside.
    "Caroline, this isn't really me. I mean hot guys wearing next to nothing—I think I'll pass. The only man I need is James. He's dignified, respectful and—," Elsa started.
    "BORING!" Caroline interrupted, rolling her eyes.
    Elsa shifted her weight to one side, teetering on her heels. "Anyone who doesn't have a million tribal tattoos or doesn't play in a crappy band is boring to you. I like my stable predictable life— thank you very much !" Elsa replied with a toss of her straight auburn hair.
    "Girl, I only like him because you like him. To me, he's a bit pushy. He's always making passive aggressive snipes about your weight..." Rita, one of Elsa's co-workers, replied, butting in.
    Yes, James did always make comments about my rounder than normal figure. But James was a work out freak, his comments stung but he's only trying to make me better, right?
    Elsa reasoned.
    "Sure whatever. Tonight’s not about him. Tonight is all about seeing some sexy dick!" Caroline squealed.
    Elsa shook her head. When she held open the door to the club, Elsa was the last to enter. She looked up at the club name...
    JUNGLE FEVER
    "Wow, really?" Elsa muttered arching a brow before strolling inside.
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    T he staggeringly loud music forced Elsa to cover her ears. Half naked beefcakes roamed all around. Their shirtless oiled up chests were so lean it looked like they were sculpted from stone. Elsa grimaced every time one of them would gaze at her with their strangely dark golden eyes.
    "Okay, Bride to Be..." Caroline snickered, guiding Elsa in the middle of their table. "You sit right here ."
    The D.J. blurted into the microphone.
    "Alright, everyone give it up for the sexiest dancer in the Bayside, MAGIC MICAH!!!"
    All the women in the crowd screamed and yelled at the top of her lungs.
    A bad feeling made Elsa's skin prickle. Oh, no. What is Caroline trying to pull?
    Suddenly, the lights dim low, and a loud base bumps through the speakers. A tall, muscular man wearing a tight police uniform had Elsa rasp at the sway of his hips. He had a carnivorous look in his eyes and came prowling down the center of the stage. His hair was almost buzzed down in a crew cut and the way he licked the corner of his mouth had Elsa thinking filthy thoughts. The "police officer" vaulted off of the stage, landing right in front of Elsa.
    "I've heard you've been a naughty little bride..." Micah growled.
    Elsa gulped not knowing what to do next.
    " Gurl , get the hell up there and shake your tail!" Caroline urged, thrusting Elsa into Micah's burly embrace.
    "Are you carrying any heat? Can't be too safe?" Micah grinned in Elsa's ear.
    Micah groped Elsa's thick curvy hips and grinded his crotch into her ass. He then bent her over table and frisked her between her soft milky thighs.
    Jesus, if James saw this—he'd kill me! Elsa panicked in her mind.
    "I bet your man doesn't touch you like this..." Micah whispered hot against her neck.
    Every cell in Elsa's body went ablaze when Micah lightly grazed her panties. He then handcuffed her and led her towards the stage.
    Elsa