Page 121 of Taste of Addiction

I throw my arms around him and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Distance will make the heart grow fonder”—I stretch up for just his ear to hear—“and make the cock grow hornier.”

“Watch it, woman.”

“I expect to be ravished later.”

“Oh, trust me, you will. If I can find your body under the layer of glitter later.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

21

The sidewalk outside of Slay is packed with people trying to get in. Graham supplied us with a limo for our girls’ night out—demanding that if he couldn’t be with us to watch over me, at least he would be able to function easier if he knew I wasn’t out lying in a gutter or something equally overly dramatic.

No one can say the man lacks an imagination.

Collins is in charge of keeping an eye on us, although I have already thought of multiple ways to put a kibosh to his hovering. Parker—the uptight backup man—has never been prepared to deal with this much estrogen at once. That I am sure. And his ninja warrior skills need to be sharp.

“At least we are pregaming it before we enter that mob,” Claire says, clinking her glass with mine.

“Cheers!”

Claire hits the button for the privacy screen to scroll down, revealing the men in the front seat, looking uncomfortable and edgy. “Cheers, boys!” she says, throwing her glass up into the air and only catching half of the drink before it sloshes over the edge onto Parker’s suit coat. Why did he even wear something so not blendable? He is going to be banished from the club for not looking the part. “Oops, sorry!”

“How are you drunk already?” I ask stupidly.

“I skipped dinner.”

“Claire… You know this place is not serving food, right?”

I can feel Collins’s stare through the mirror and look up to catch his look of disapproval. I shrug and try to look innocent, but most likely I just come across as impish. I promised Graham that I would tone down my fun tonight with mocktails at the club, but a little bubbly won’t hurt.

Pulling away from the curb and back onto the street, he ignores our hollering that he is going the wrong way. We bang on the glass, pointing at the club that seems to be getting farther and farther away.

“Really? You need to fill up the ol’ gas tank now?” Claire asks, her anger showing. “We were right there!”

“Parker, go get a pizza and two bottled waters,” he orders his coworker.

“Ooo, I like-y this idea!” I say, clapping my hands together. “Quick Mart pizza is so delish.”

Claire scrunches up her nose with distaste. “I hope they use organic cheese.”

“I’m sure theyonlyuse organic cheese.”

“You are the worst liar on the planet.”

Parker opens up the side door and hands us a box of pizza and some waters after several minutes of waiting. I know that Graham is not just having two of his men watch us tonight. There has to be a couple more hiding among the patrons at the club. He has been too paranoid to trust me with just two.

Claire and I each pull a slice out of the box. Taking a huge bite, the cheese stretches like a rubber band from my mouth to my hand.

“Dis his oo wood,” I mumble, enjoying the best gas station food in the three-mile radius.

Collins tries to avoid eye contact in the mirror as we make sex noises in the backseat over the amazing food.

“You guys are the best babysitters eva!” Claire compliments, making me spit water out onto the limo’s window. “Oh no, she sprung a leak!”

I laugh harder, but my corset is cutting off my air supply if I do it too much. Ouch.

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