Page 64 of Long Shot

Mac raised her eyebrows, she hadn’t thought about that. But it was hard to think about anything with Taylor’s strong hands gripping her thighs. Her entire body responded to the touch, sending a shiver down her spine to her already excited center.

Mac looked out the window. “Isn’t it kind of boring driving it here though? You can’t really go that fast locally.”

Smirking, Taylor nodded. “That’s why you take the highways.” Before Mac could question it, Taylor took the on-ramp to the Midtown Tunnel. The road was basically empty, all the commuters had already made it home and very few people were driving into the city at nine on a weeknight.

The open night sky quickly disappeared, giving way to orange lights flicking past them as they careened through the tunnel.

A few seconds of flashing lights opened to the bright lights of Midtown. Taylor navigated the city by eye, not bothering to set up any sort of navigation. It wasn’t until they headed into the East Village that Mac realized she had no idea where they were heading.

“How do I know that you’re not taking me to some seedy murder club?” Mac eyed Taylor.

She shrugged, taking her eye off the road just long enough to wink at Mac. “You don’t. I want to take out my competition.”

Mac blushed, and held her hands to her chest dramatically. “Aw, you think I’m your competition? I’m honored.”

“I mean – yes. But I am still 1 - 0 on our scorecard.” Taylor stopped using her turn signal as she made her way past Tompkins Square Park. The street lights got dimmer by the block.

Eventually, Taylor turned down East 6th street and stopped in front of an inconspicuous black door. She put the car in park, threw on her hazards, and turned to Mac. “You’re still down for this? We can leave whenever you’d like and we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Mac bit her lip. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week. You can bet your ass that I’m going in.”

A smirk took over Taylor’s face as she grabbed the door handle and got out of the car. She held a finger up to Mac, making her wait inside. Not sure what was happening, Mac listened to her orders.

But instead of disappearing behind some odd door, Taylor stopped by Mac’s door and pulled it open slowly. “After you.”

Mac stepped out, blushing harder. “What a gentleman.”

Taylor shrugged. “We’re on my turf here.”

A valet approached the car. “Good to see you again, Miss Bennett.”

Looking around, Mac tried to figure out why he was talking to her.

But Taylor interfered as she held out her keys. “You too. You can take her to the garage, please. And if you don’t mind, could you plug her in to the charging ports?”

The valet nodded and ran around the car, quickly moving it from in front of the door.

Taylor approached the door but Mac was frozen in place. Turning to check behind her, Taylor waved Mac over.

Too stunned to speak, Mac followed her. “Miss Bennett? Again?”

Knocking on the door, Taylor rolled her eyes. “Reservation for two.”

The door swung open to a woman in a tuxedo. “Miss Bennett, welcome. And your guest?”

“Miss King.” Taylor gestured to Mac.

Mac raised an eyebrow at the on the nose nickname. The tuxedoed usher nodded and opened the door for them. She quickly shut the door behind her and held out two black velvet bags. Each of them had a tag with their aliases. “Please place your phones inside. Our security guard will do a quick pat down as well.”

Taylor smiled, gleefully tossing her phone in the bag and stepping toward the towering sapphic by the red velvet curtain. She threw out her arms and spread her legs. Something about her nonchalant body language made Mac’s breathing escalate.

Mac placed her own phone in the bag and approached the guard.

“Spread, please.” Her booming voice requested.

It was a respectful search, gentle and quick. Once the guard checked them out, she grabbed the velvet curtain and pulled it back for the bar to walk inside.

Taylor ducked her head as she walked in. Mac watched her hair fall off her shoulders. She’d curled her blonde locks into perfect ringlets. With each step, they bounced to her beat. Mac smoothed her own hair, suddenly self conscious of her simple tight bun.

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