Page 58 of Dirty Roxie
I grab her hand as we leave the bar. Stopping to tell the server that the gentleman with us cut his hand on his steak knife and some trickled to the floor on the way out. She looks at me funny, probably remembering there weren’t any knives set out at the table but moves to take care of it.
“I will miss that knife,” Daria laments.
“Want me to buy you a new one?”
“No, it’s for a good cause. Symbolic, in a way, severing the relationship with my father once and for all.”
“How very philosophical of you.”
“Thank you.” She pauses a moment. “But I hate the fact he gets to keep it after he pulls it out of his thigh.”
“We’ll get it back, I promise.”
“Thank you,” she says.
“Nothing I wouldn’t do for you, babe.”
“No, not just for that. For everything: being on my side, supporting me, making me laugh, loving me. If I haven’t said it before, I’m thankful you are back in my life.”
I pull her into my side and kiss the top of her head, breathing her in for just a second. “Ditto. Times ten, gorgeous.”
At the elevator, I hit the button for the second floor.
“Where are we going?” Daria asks.
“My room.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.
“Your room?”
“I believe I have a properwelcome to Colombiato bestow upon you.”
“I like the sound of that.” She turns into me, smiling. “What about the others?”
“Fuck ’em, they can welcome themselves.”
She giggles at that, which I promptly silence with a kiss, not stopping until we are at the door to my room. Not that I don’t love the sound of her giggling, a rare occurrence, I just can’t wait to have my lips on hers again.
“How long do you think this welcome will take?”
“You got somewhere else to be?”
“Nope.”
“Then I plan to take all night, gorgeous, if not longer.” I usher her into the room, slapping her ass hard as she passes me, making her shriek. Pausing only to set out the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door as I follow her inside, envisioning all the ways to keep her shrieking and screaming my name until the sun comes back up.
