Page 61 of Spies Like Us

“Yeah, we are. Mac just needs to grab her clothes,” Anders tells him, waving me away as Keith’s eyes latch onto my mostly naked body.

A piercing whistle comes from his mouth as he saunters closer to get a better look.

“Well, I wish I tended bar up here tonight. Look at those titties. I bet you two had a hard-on the whole time.” He winks at Miller, who glares sullenly at him, but of course Anders puts on his sleazy persona.

“My man…” He holds out his hand for Keith to slap it. “I can’t wait to get home to rub one out. My cock has been pressing against my zipper the whole time.”

Keith laughs it up. “Dude, why didn’t you take her for a spin in there?” He nods at the sex rooms, and Anders feigns a frown and a groan.

“Matthew says she’s off-limits until after the party. He has plans for her.”

Keith purses his lips. “What a shame. Maybe next week. Matthew normally doesn’t care. They even usually give us freebies if you sneak them drinks while we’re working.”

This man is disgusting. I feel my fists clench, the need to reach out and strangle him fierce, but Miller steps between us, blocking my view of him. “Go put some clothes on. Martha will kill us if you come home like that,” he snaps at me, and I feel my fury seep away. Fuck, that was close. Can’t blow the case because some asshole is making sleazy comments. Come on, Kenz, get your head in the game. Business as usual.

I head into the office and pull my uniform on over what I’m wearing. I don’t bother taking anything off because I just want to go home. I’m done with the club tonight, and I need to be in a better head space to deal with everything that’s going to happen tomorrow night.

“What about her?” I hear Anders ask Keith as I come out of the office, and Miller and I make our way downstairs.

“Don’t worry about it. She’ll clean up those rooms when she’s done. It’s always the job of the girl who finishes last,” I hear Keith answer behind us. He and Anders are following us down the stairs.

“Are you coming?” Anders asks him as we enter the staff area to grab our things.

“Nah, man, I’m going to wait for Shelby. She will usually suck my cock if I help her change the sheets.”

“Can Keith have an unfortunate car accident on his way home from work tonight?” I ask Miller, and I hear him huff out a sound.

“From your mouth to God’s ears,” he mutters as we both grab our bags and wait for Anders to join us. When he does and is alone, and he looks pained.

“Fuck, I hate that man,” he mutters under his breath so any cameras don’t pick it up.

The three of us leave and walk to his car. “God, I’m tired,” I grouse as I climb into the back seat. “I can’t believe we have to go to school in two hours,” I say to Miller when I read the dashboard clock, and it says it’s four in the morning.

“I’m not going. When Ry picks me up in the morning, I’m going to go spend the day napping at his place. We need to be on the ball for tonight,” he tells me, and Anders nods.

“You should do the same. Max will cover for you.”

“But what about the rest of the foster kids? They might say something to Martha. Or Sophie? She will definitely say something to her mom, who will say something to Martha if we all aren’t there,” I point out.

“Nah, Sophie isn’t going to be there. I heard her tell Ry that she and Stella were going to Savannah today for shopping with their mother. She wanted Ry and Max to go with them, but Max told them he couldn’t miss work and that he didn’t want Ry to miss school.”

“Well, okay then. I guess I could spend the day resting,” I agree and close my eyes for the rest of the trip home. I must have fallen asleep, because Anders wakes me as Miller gets out of the car.

“Sleep well, baby,” he tells me as I lean forward and give him a quick kiss on the lips. He blinks slightly—shocked, I think—before grabbing me and kissing me back. I smile as I get out of the car, and Miller rolls his eyes.

“Come on, it’s cold and we still need to get into the house. I’m not sure Martha knew we would be working this late on a Thursday.”

“No, I thought we’d be done by twelve too. I’m exhausted.” I drag ass as I follow him down the driveway. My feet are sore, and it’s all I can do to put one in front of the other. Thank God we don’t have to climb the tree tonight, because I’m not sure I would be able to manage it.

Chapter 28

We make it inside and upstairs without incident. I wave goodbye to Miller, but he tugs me into the stairway leading up to his room, pushing me up against the wall like he did the last time.

“Ugh.” I lean my head against the wall. “What is it? I’m too tired for your games tonight,” I whisper, and he grins, the bare bulb light making eerie shadows on his face.

“Don’t be like that. I just thought I’d help you get changed.” He reaches for the hem of my crop top and peels it over my head. I raise my arms to make it easier for him, then I blink with surprise as he stares at my nipple pasties.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he mutters as he uses a nail to lift one of the stickers before peeling it back. I wince as the glue pulls my skin, but he quickly replaces it with his mouth, soothing the sting with his tongue. Holy fuck. I groan and thread my fingers through his hair as the pull of his mouth makes my core clench.

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