Page 203 of Positively Pricked
"Who else?" she said. "I go down to his office, and I'm wearing these great heels and this awesome red dress, with a matching red thong and everything." She gave a little shimmy. "No bra, by the way. And he practically ignores me."
I was almost afraid to ask, "Did he, uh, see the thong?"
"Well, yeah." She shrugged. "He might've gotten a peek or two."
"How?"
"Well, it wasn't from anythinghedid. That's for sure. I could've been wearing a paper sack for allhenoticed."
I felt myself smile. "Really?"
She gave me a look. "Why are you so happy about it?"
I wiped the smile from my face. "Um, because it's a really good story?"
She grumbled, "I'm gladsomeonethinks so. But I guess I shouldn’t take it personally. I mean, Iknowwhy he wasn't interested."
"Oh yeah? Why?"
"Because he was screwing all those models. With allthataction, it's a wonder his dick didn't fall right off."
And just like that, my urge to smile was gone. For starters, I liked his dick right where it was. Plus, her statement was a grim reminder of how many girls Zane had gone through, just within the last few months.
Kayla said, "But you wanna know what I think?"
By now, I wasn't so sure. Still, I said, "What?"
"I think he's been banging them for information."
No. He was "banging them" because they were gorgeous. That much was obvious. I said, "Sorry, but I'm not seeing it."
"Why not?" She licked her lips. "If he were banging me, I'd tell him anything."
What?I gave a confused shake of my head. "But I thought you hated him."
"Well, yeah, but he's still smoking hot, right?"
Yes. He was.
But more than that, he was actually a pretty decent person, all things considered.
Imagine that.
"But wait," I said. "You said he wanted information? About what?"
"About who killed his uncles."
Okay, that was unexpected."But they both died in accidents."
"Oh, please.Twofreak accidents inoneday?" She gave a little laugh. "You don't believe that, do you?"
Ithadseemed suspicious. But it wasn't something I'd been dwelling on. "So you think he's looking to do what? Solve the crime or something?"
"No," she said. "I think he's looking to make surehe'snot next."
I swallowed. "You mean to get killed?"
She gave an enthusiastic nod. "Oh yeah. I mean, if someone whacked the uncles, why not him, too?"
