Page 3 of Amour Fou
“Since when do we leave shit lying about,ce n’est pas une porcherie!!”
Three young guys scramble to where he stands, removing the boxes from his feet—clearly petrified of losing their jobs. That’s one thing about Idée Fixe; we pay extremely well considering our parties are very few and far between.
People from around the world come to join Deepest Desires, all for a taste of the action, and their reward… total exclusivity. I don’t miss the welt on his righteye when I walk towards him
“The fuck happened to you, biker boy?” I circle my finger around my own eye, frowning slightly. “You catch a right hook?” Huffing, he sits in one of the booths, pressing a bag of ice to his eye.
“Turns out Shannel wasn’t as single as she said she was. Her husband came home a little earlier than expected, and well,”—he pulls the ice pack away, squinting—“you should see the other guy.”
“I bet.” I lean in, getting a closer look at it, before bumping my fist with his.
“How long until the electricals are set up and ready for a test run?” Nix asks, leaning forward and resting his forearms onto the table. We’re three weeks awayfrom the next party, and so far, everything’s coming together perfectly. Having more staffing has been a godsend.
Pulling the sleeve of my black hoody back, I check my watch. “Give us a couple hours and we should have the sound system and strobe lighting complete. Zeke just needs to look through the electrical system in the basement and we can—”
Words fail me when the most beautiful thing on two legs walks through the door in grey, relaxed fit sweats that rest low on her hips, and a crop hoodie to match. Her bright red hair is tossed up on top of her head with a few thin strands framing her face.
The body on this woman is astonishing. The tiniest waist I’ve ever seen with an ass and tits that rival the Greek goddesses of history. My body won’t even move from the spot.
“You’re drooling, brother,” Nix scoffs from next to me, and all I can do is flip him off. I don’t even look at him.
I can’t.
“Can I help you?” Zeke’s deep voice comes from behind me, bringing me back to reality.
“Uh, yeah.” She readjusts her duffel bag, reaching her hand out to him. “I’m Alyssa.”
Zeke shakes her hand, the professional as always. “Zeke.” He nods once.
Usually when women come face to face with the big guy, they cower slightly. Not this one, I think she actually squares her shoulders more.
“I’m here to meet up with—”
“I’m Xaden.” I reach out towards her.
“Hi.” She smiles, her plump lips framing perfect teeth.
Nice firm handshake. Wonder what that will feel like wrapped around my cock.
I pull her closer to me. “Party doesn’t start for a few days but if you’re that eager, I can sort you out now… and later.”
Snatching her hand from my grasp, she steps back from me, grimacing. “Yeah, hard pass. Thanks though.” Her eyes flick, looking me up and down.
“Leave her alone, Xaden.” Cairo shoves me out the way, a wide smile on her face. “Hey!” she squeals, opening her arms to Alyssa and embracing her in a tight hug. “How was the drive?”
“Oh, piece of cake.” She smiles flatly, waving her hand between them.
“Really?” Cairo squints.
Alyssa lets out a heavy sigh. “It was awful; I should’ve taken you up on that offer to fly here. It would’ve been much easier… and quicker.” She giggles and the sound sends shivers over my arms.
Her voice would sound beautiful with my name on the end of a moan. I must make some form of sound because Cairo turns back to me with a frustrated look on her face.
“Heel, boy.” She shakes her head like a disappointed mother. Taking hold of Alyssa’s hand, she leads her past me.
“Is he always like that?” She throws her thumb over her shoulder.
“Pay no mind to him, he’s an animal.”
