Page 52 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Tits needs to go to the bathroom.”
My eyebrow crept up. I could feel it stretching the skin as it climbed higher. “And?”
Missile’s face morphed into an evil grin. “And she’s feeling lonely.”
That was a different story. I straightened to full height and looked across the room to where my girl was poised on Nonno’s arm. Our eyes met, all the way across the room and her placid face flickered into a secret smile.
“Clear the ladies’ room. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Done.” Her eyes dipped lower.
“What?” I glanced down to check I hadn’t spilled on the suit.
“She said you did, but I didn’t believe her.”
“Said I did what?”
“That you look good in Armani.”
“What man doesn’t?”
“Nonno.”
I couldn’t help it. The snort slipped out before I could stop it. Missile had me there. “Thirty seconds to clear that bathroom. Tick tock.”
Her smile was brilliant. I could get used to having partners in crime. Which reminded me— I swept the room again. Nothing amiss. Tits worked her way down the same path Missile took. I set the drink down and took a different route to the interior.
Missile stood two doors down from the ladies’ room. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
There was no one in the area. I frowned.
“Get your ass back where Jackson or Fell can watch you.”
“Bossy.”
“You’re a target. Stop acting like one.”
She stuck her tongue out at me, then kicked the door behind her before taking off. I made certain to track her progress until she cleared the corner of the main event room.
The door she kicked cracked open.
“Get in.”
Tits was on the other side. The room was an office of some sort.
“How’d you get this unlocked?”
“Fell. She has a lock pick.”
“Where?” That white dress didn’t leave much to the imagination.
“A girl never tells the really good hiding places.”
I backed her into the room and let the door click shut behind us. The light fabric of her dress was barely sufficient to cover her, and I could feel her curves under my palms. No panty lines at all because there were none. “Missile says you’re lonely.”
“Shut up.” She grabbed my ears and tugged my head down to hers.
Our mouths met, and I pushed her against the wall.
