Page 2 of Traitor

Screw you, brain. Nobody invited you to this party.

Cam cocked her head to the side and I realized I’d never answered her question.

What was it?

Oh, right. “Nah, Darlin’. It’s dinner with you—what’s there to be nervous about?”

She opened her mouth and then closed it, while giving me an odd look.

I ran a finger under my nose, certain that there was white powder resting there, mocking me. When my hand came away clean, I shrugged and asked, “Why? You feeling nervous?”

She nodded, “A bit.”

I grinned and took a step toward her. Gently, I guided her back against the wall of the elevator, before leaning down until my mouth was right next to hers. “Relax, Darlin’. It’s just dinner—me and you.”

Cam cleared her throat. “Well, and the prostitute.”

I felt like clapping my hands in glee, but settled for crushing her to my chest. Maybe this was a late birthday gift—or was it an anniversary of something?How long had we been together?“You got me a hooker? Best wife ever!”

Her brow furrowed and she frowned. “I…guess. Are you okay?”

My hands slipped down to cup her ass through the thin material of her dress and she let out a soft moan. She felt nice in my hands. Different, but nice. “You ever been fucked in an elevator, Darlin’?”

Just then, the doors opened onto the ground floor and we pulled apart reluctantly. I gave her a wink and sauntered off in search of my ‘gift.’

Cam caught up and looped her arm through mine, leading me down a long corridor and into a dimly lit bar.

My, my. Weren’t we fancy?

This hotel seemed a little too highbrow for what we were about to do, but fuck, I was pumped. “Who are we looking for, Darlin’?” I swiped my index finger absently across my gums, praying there was just enough residue left on my hands to give me a little bump. I was feeling really good right now—I didn’t want to come down right as we met our girl.

I hadn’t screwed two chicks at once in a long time. And I had a feeling this was going to be one for the record books.

Cam chose the back corner of the bar as it was deserted. It was a good choice; we didn’t need an audience. I pulled a chair out, temporarily distracted from sitting down by the glint off of my wedding band. The sight made my pulse race and I had a sudden urge to bolt from the hotel.

I needed to keep my head on straight if we were going to convince this girl to come back to our room. I stood up unsteadily. “I’m gonna grab a drink. You need one?”

She stopped scanning the bar and nodded absently. “Club soda, please.”

Club soda for the lady and a fuck ton of liquor for the gentleman.

I approached the bar and waited impatiently for the bartender to quit eye-fucking every woman that walked in.

“Hey man,” I raised my finger. “Can I get a club soda and aCampo Azul Añejoon the rocks? Oh, and I want it in a snifter. Thanks.” I turned back toward Cam without waiting for a response.

“Uh, guy?” The bartender started. “We carryDulce Vida Añejo—it’s a Texas tequila. Will that work?”

Would that work?

Let me see. Would no tip work?

Instead of spouting off and causing a scene, I ground my teeth and nodded. “Sure. Sounds great.”

A man in a black suit walked over to the corner and joined Cam at the table. He looked like he was going to a funeral. If he laid a hand on my wife, he’d be attending his own.

I needed to hit someone. I was itching for a fight—it had been too long.

But first, hookers.

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