Page 100 of Pretty Little Thing

He nods. “Yes, I did.”

She rolls her eyes.

Trix waves him closer. “We’re spying on Nora’s Dom!”

His jaw drops at me. “You have aDom?!”

I sulk in annoyance. “Trix…”

“Wait, I thought you were a Dom,” he says.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m a submissive.”

“Well, that’s disappointing,” he says. “I pictured you in a corset with a little whip. It was so cute.”

Melanie raises a brow. “You pictured her in a corset?”

“Hey,” he waves his left hand, “do you see a ring on this finger?”

She sneers with disgust and turns away from him.

His grin returns and he pushes forward to stand with Trix. “So, where is he? I wanna see him.”

She sighs. “He went inside.”

“Oh, the gym.” He nods with respect. “Nothing like that mid-Sunday pump.”

“Hey —” Trix nudges him. “Will you go in and see if he’s using the shower?”

Robbie rises an inch. “Will I what?”

Melanie nods. “Yes!”

I glare at her. “How are you agreeing with this?”

“Because my momentary desire to solve this mystery briefly outweighs my eternal hatred for Robbie,” she says.

“Oh, this must be good, then,” he says. “What mystery?”

I groan in defeat. “He may have been homeless six months ago...”

He pauses. “Okay...”

“So, we’re following him to see if he’s still homeless now.”

“Why, does he smell?”

“No,” I answer.

“Then, who cares?”

Trix snorts. “You and Mel agree on something.”

He smirks at Melanie. “Oh, Melanie and I have agreed many, manytimes.”

Melanie stays quiet, her eyes squinting.

He turns back to me. “So, you want me to go in there to see if he’s... using the shower?”

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