Page 54 of Fox
Arlo slaps me on the arm. “It’s about time you start thinking about settling down, son! You’re getting up there in years.”
Atlas busts out laughing and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that, Arlo. His girl has a daddy kink. And she’s like… How old, Fox? Didn’t she just have a birthday?”
While I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to get away with making Atlas’ murder look like an accident, Arlo’s question nearly stops my heart.
“You got a name or picture of this pretty girl?” My wide eyes look toward Atlas, who is showing zero mercy.
“Lauren Locklear!” I blurt out before Atlas can rat me out. Atlas’s grin drops, and his eyes darken. Smiling, I walk overto Arlo. I quickly get on my phone and start scrolling through photos in my album before showing him a picture.
The picture was taken last year at Ren’s swearing-in party that she’d invited both Atlas and me to. Atlas had decided to go off and get drunk, so I went alone. Ren stands in the photo with her arms around my waist and an ear-to-ear smile behind her long blonde hair she had styled into curls that day.
Arlo let out a low whistle. “Damn, Fox, now that is a piece.”
I grin brightly, continuing to look at Atlas, who is glaring at me.
“Yeah, man, Ren is amazing. She’s a lawyer, super funny, and I mean, just look at her.” My eye contact never breaks from Atlas's, whose jaw continues to tick.
I give him a look as if to saydone?
He gives me the slightest of nods before pulling Arlo over to our table to show him his portfolio. I let out a breath. I desperately need to get away from people. It’s been a long, frustrating trip, and we haven’t even hit the weekend rush.
Deciding I want to continue my conversation with Janie privately, I head out of the convention room to text her. I’m focused on the screen when I walk around the corner to a quieter area and smack right into someone.
Instinctively, my hands go out to stop the person from falling, which is when I see the familiar overly bleached blonde hair and nearly burnt brown skin.
“Liza,” I breathe as I steady her. “Are you alright? I’m sorry.”
Liza smiles at me as she adjusts her fake chest, busting out her too-tight halter top.
She smooths her hands down her black leather skirt. “I think so. Ow!” She stumbles and falls against me. Fuck, did I really hurt her?
“Can I help you?” I ask while holding her up. “Can I get you some ice or a seat?”
“Actually,” her voice is soft and breathy. “I was just headed back to my room. I’m exhausted and wanted a nap. If you wouldn’t mind helping me back there?”
I look back toward the convention and sigh before nodding. I let out anoofof surprise when she all but leaps into my arms. This is a fucking bad idea, and I can already feel it. But I carry her through the lobby and to the elevator.
The elevator ride to Liza’s floor is quiet and awkward, at least on my side, since Liza stays in my arms, her arms hanging around my neck. If I stare down, I will see her entire chest, so I stare straight fucking forward. A shiver runs down my spine when I feel her nails scrape the base of my neck.
The doors to the elevator open, and I all but run in the direction Liza tells me to. Stopping in front of her room and lowering her down gently. She leaves her arms wrapped around my neck and her breasts pressed against me with such a force I wonder if they may pop. Can fake tits do that? I mean, some are full of saline.
My thoughts are horribly interrupted when I feel Liza’s lips on mine. As fast as possible, I push her off just as I feel her tongue begin to make its way into my mouth.
“Liza, what are you doing?” I ask in complete shock and a little, or a lot, of disgust.
“I was trying to thank you for helping me. I mean, that’s what you want, right?” I back away further when her hand grabs my dick through my jeans.
“Holy shit!” I nearly trip as I try to move away from her. “No! I got to go.” I turn as I try to make my escape, but Liza grips the bottom of my shirt and holds me.
“What’s the matter with you?” she hisses as ifIwere in the wrong.
I blink once, twice, before shaking my head. “What’s wrong with me?” I ask as I free my shirt from her grasp. “Liza, you triedto shove your tongue down my throat and put your hand down my pants.”
She rolls her eyes as she leans against the wall by her door. “And? You suddenly too good for us ink bunnies?” I shift uncomfortably as I rub the back of my neck. Liza gives me a knowing grin. “Oh, I get it. I guess I have aged a bit, haven’t I?”
“Don’t.” I snap and glare at her. “It has nothing to do with age. It happened once, a lifetime ago.”
Liza laughs dryly and shakes her head. “Yeah, well, had I known where you were headed, I would’ve dug my fingers into more than just your cock.” She winks as she opens her hotel room door.
