Page 51 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Now who needs to be reminded to watch the room?”
He laughed.
I scanned the crowd and left him to the floor show. The escort had disappeared, but I saw another woman who fit the term “escort” walk across the room toward an exit covered by two goons. The men were easy to make, wearing almost identical uniforms to the one I had on.
“Watch Tits for a bit. Going to check on something.”
“With pleasure,” Jackson’s eyes dipped to my girl’s ass again. I slapped his hand as I passed, warning him to keep his eyes higher.
I worked across the room, heading for the catering corridor, near the exit. Wait staff hustled in and out giving me visual cover when I moved closer to observe. I picked a glass of wine off a tray and sipped at it, turning away from the exit, but keeping a good visual of it in the reflection on the triangular glass windows that traveled from floor to ceiling. The exterior angled oddly as it traveled upward, a product of the chiseled angles of the building’s peak. The windows overlapped in patterns that fooled the eye. It made the space appear as if it extended into the space outside.
Letting my eyes unfocus, I overlaid the outside view with the reflected one. Bright tubes of light edged this building and mirrored the shape of the twin building next door. The door opened behind me, and I watched the escort and her date go in. I squinted. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me because I could have sworn the stout guy that had her arm was Crete. But he’d left over a day ago after Kush’s party. I stopped a passing waitress and asked her what was upstairs.
“The observatory.”
“That’s two floors up.”
“Oh, there are private suites and offices are between, but that’s not open to guests.”
“Are you sending food up there?”
“I don’t think I should tell you that.”
She looked nervous.
“I’m checking security holes. Part of my job, you know?” I adjusted my cuff as if I had a microphone there. I didn’t, and no self-respecting guard talks into his sleeve, but the movies get that shit ingrained into people’s minds.
“Oh! That’s a different staff. I wasn’t cleared for that party.”
“Aw, that’s a shame. Anyway, thanks for that. It puts my mind at ease. I appreciate your help.” I smiled at her, giving her the nice one, not the big bad Wolf one that said, “I’d like to eat you from pussy to rear.”
Although, the blush that crept up her neck meant maybe a little of that one leaked out.
A sharp jab to my upper arm made me flinch. Reflex had me striking out to catch the offender with a back hand, but Missile was too damn quick, even in high heels.
“Ouch.”
“Stop flirting with this poor woman.” Said woman snickered and took off to her tasks.
I scowled at her. “Wasn’t flirting.”
“Tits saw you.” The tiny firebrand Missile was, she looked me up and down and then made a face that showed her distaste for me. It was the same expression I’d seen on a cat once. How can something small look down on you from below?
“Let me repeat myself, I wasn’t flirting.” And so what if Tits saw me? She never minded it before. As long as I didn’t touch, and I didn’t.
“Gotcha.” She laughed quietly at her joke.
“Bitch.”
That earned me another poke. This time I managed to intercept it before she did damage. “Only my sisters get to call me that.”
“If the name fits…”
Her eyes narrowed. “Suddenly, I don’t like you as much.”
“I call bullshit on that. What’s up?”
Missile and Fell weren’t supposed to connect with Tits during this party. Sure, the dress was a dead giveaway, earning those two their own security team, but the goal was to keep any watchers very busy trying to track all the moving parts.
