Page 66 of Sunshine & Sinful

“I’m here!” I holler around a bite of breakfast.

A redheaded bombshell with pale skin and the cutest freckles emerges from the hallway, a towel wrapped chaotically around her head. She's rocking a purple workout bra that spills half of her boobs from the top, eggplant-printed boxer briefs, and purple Crocs in sport mode covered in an array of charms.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I address the woman I haven’t seen in damn near nine months.

Her olive-green eyes brighten as I wave, and she nearly trips over her feet, running to the couch and launching herself on the cushion beside me. Before I get a chance to say hello, she’s squeezing the life out of me from the side, and we’re both laughing.

“Hello, Sola.” I nudge my friend with my shoulder when she finally settles onto a cushion.

“I wasn’t sure I would see you before I left.” She beams, crossing her legs as she turns to face me like the best of friends at a sleepover, ready to get all the juicy gossip out of the way.

“Left?” I ask, confused. Didn’t she just get here?

Sola clasps her hands in her lap. “Yeah. I got back three days ago.”

“And nobody called me?”

“Till and Cell said you had a lot on your plate and didn’t want to disturb you.”

Grumbling around a bite of muffin, I roll my eyes.

Sola laughs tinkly like a fairy and fixes her wild, freshlyshowered locks as Cell wanders over to join us. My techy sister grins at me in a timid, don’t-be-mad way, with her looking everywhere but my face. Apparently, the exposed ceiling is fascinating today.

“So, she’s been home for three days and is leaving again?” I arch a brow at Cell for not keeping me in the loop. That’s part of the agreement. Keep me informed. Sola returning after such a long job is one of those need-to-know things. Sure, I’ve gotten updates via email on her whereabouts and how things are going, but that’s not the same as seeing her in person.

Chewing her bottom lip, Cell rings her fingers in her lap. “I was gonna tell you, Boss Lady.”

“Cell—” I start, but she cuts me off.

“I know. I’m sorry. But with the Todd, Sunshine, and Dark crap, youhavehad your hands full.”

“I know. But I haven’t seen this lady in… what?” I sidelong look at Sola for clarification. “How long were you on this last job?”

“Just shy of ten months.”

“Exactly. So, how’d the porn industry treat ya?” I tease, waggling my eyebrows, knowing she had the time of her life.

Dramatically dropping her entire body against the back of the sofa, Sola chuckles. “It was great. This one guy. Wow.” She parts her hands to show us just howwowhis size was. Then she giggles again, unable to contain her excitement at such a specimen.

Here’s the thing. Some women who join us, after everything they’ve been through, ya know, in the trafficking world, stay far away from anything that involvesdirect contact with cocks. Which is understandable. But not Sola. She’s a sexual deviant through and through.

“So, what you’re saying is… you spent the last nine months feeding information to the club and getting dicked down,” I tease.

“So much dick, sister.” She sighs wistfully. “Big dicks. Little dicks. Medium dicks. All. The. Dicks.” Giggling happily, she fans her face as if thinking about them gets her all hot and bothered. The flush of her pale skin confirms as much. “Too bad I wasn’t allowed to play in the movies. The sleazy director tried to convince me…but rules.” She huffs as if life’s unfair.

Poor Sola couldn’t be a backwoods porn star.

I snort inwardly at the thought and pat her knee in mock sympathy. “Those pesky rules that are meant to keep you safe.”

“I know. But I got to play between shots. Even with the director.”

“Sola.” I use her name like any good mom, affectionate but stern with a smile in my voice. Even if I’m not her mom, she’s one of ours, and I am on the cusp of being old enough to be her parent. Maybe. If I had a baby in middle school.

“What?” She bats her red lashes at me, trying to act innocent when she’s anything but. “Bongo and Cell never said I couldn’t fuck him. He’s dead now, anyhow. The brothers raided the business last Monday. That’s why I’m back.”

“And onto the next job,” I guess, knowing she can’t sit still. She’s the human embodiment of the energizer bunny, always going, going, going. It’s both endearing andfrustrating when she should take time to herself, unwind, and decompress, but that leads to pacing the apartment and annoying the shit out of Sugar and Till when she tries to work at the shop to keep busy.

“Yes…” Her leg bounces in excitement. “And I’m glad you’re here because I need some chocolate bars and tea to take with me.”

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