Page 3 of Play With Me

“I’d enlighten you on my fucked-up family if I had one,” she said.

What?

Making sense of her words was like trying to understand another language.

“All right. You might have had a drink already, but I think I need one to actually understand you.” I ordered a glass of spiced rum and coke. “Unless you want to be drinking that water alone?” I asked.

“How did you know it was water?”

“Gin has a glow. You’re drinking water.”

“Nice catch. What are you, a detective?”

Something like that.

“I just know my drinks. You sure you don’t want a stiff one?”

She looked me over again and I knew that she was contemplating my hidden offer.

“No, thank you. But I could use a distraction right now.”

“All right. So, who’s got you all wound up?” I asked, imagining all the ways in which I could relieve her stress. “And if he’s here, show me the asshole and I’ll get rid of him.”

She chuckled.

“There is no him. I’m a one-woman show. What you see is what you get. Life is short, buy the shoes, eat the cake, take the trip, and don’t step into shit.”

Whoa! And she talks in puzzles.

“That’s… a lot to take in all at once.” I really liked her. “Why don’t we start with a name? I’m Brook Madden.”

She tilted her head with more interest, saying, “I know you.”

Really?

“You’re one of the bounty hunters.”

“I am.”

“And a pussy-licking asshole. I heard about the stunt you pulled over at Kissed nightclub. You’re a madman.”

That was true as well, and I wanted to know which one of my previous flings had been spreading rumors again. Whatever night at Kissed she was referring to, it must have been for a job. Clubs and the social scene had been part of my life for a long time, but they never weremy life.And if part of that life included finger-fucking a pussy and then licking her clean in risqué places, who was I to complain? That would be like complaining about an all-inclusive work conference in the Bahamas.

“How can you judge fairly if I haven’t licked yours?”

“Are you offering?”

I leaned in to her ear until my nose was trapped in her delicious scent and whispered, “Not yet. Before I devour my victims, I like to know their names.”

She gasped. It was the first time since hitting on her that I felt what I thought was vulnerability with a touch of insecurity. That, and lust: pure and unfiltered lust.

“Lola Lowes.”

“Lowes? As in, you work for Cross Enterprises?” She smelled so good. My mouth watered, and I knew exactly where I wanted tonight to end.

“I see you know my people.”

“It’s part of my job to know people. How can we have the same circle of friends and have never met?”

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