Page 47 of Rule the Night
Jslittlesis: He has security.
It wasn’t something I’d expected when I’d gone to the Marquis Hotel in the city six months earlier. I’d read that Ethan Todd would be there — the keynote speaker of course — for some kind of manosphere conference.
Fuzzywuzzy: Because of course he does.
Nat8965: Still. Someone shot JFK FFS.
It wasn’t as easy now. There were cameras. Cell phones. There was DNA and advanced ballistics testing.
Fuzzywuzzy: JFK wasn’t surrounded by cell phones and cameras 24/7.
Exactly. I’d scoped it all out before going to the Marquis, checking for cameras on the building outside and on surrounding buildings, mapping the streets around the hotel for unexpected exits.
Nat8965: This blows.
Jslittlesis: Agreed.
No one knew how much it sucked more than me. Because I’d actually taken a shot at Ethan Todd outside the Marquis a few months before.
Jslittlesis: Have to sign out. Might be a bit scarce for a while. Stay safe.
I put down my phone and looked at my computer, Ethan Todd frozen mid-tirade, the woman on the other side of the screen staring into the camera on her phone.
I pressed play.
“… these dumb bitches obviously don’t get it, which is why it’s up to us to teach them a lesson about who’s in charge.”
“Who’s that?”
I jumped, startled, and turned to find Remy standing right behind me, staring at my computer screen.
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MAEVE
I slammed my computer shut.
Remy’s blond hair flopped over his forehead, his hazel eyes bright with curiosity. I caught a whiff of his soap or shampoo, something clean and a little musky, and heat bloomed through my chest.
Mynipplesgot hard. That was how off the rails things were.
“Are you always so nosy?” I asked, removing my earbuds. “And do you plan to just walk into my room whenever you feel like it?”
“I knocked.” He wasn’t remotely apologetic.
“And I obviously didn’t answer.”
“I know. Which is why I came in.”
“What if I’d been sleeping or showering or something?”
“I would have felt bad if you’d been sleeping.” He grinned. “The shower? Not so much.”
I rolled my eyes. “Does this stuff actually work on real-life women?”
His grin widened. “Sometimes.”
“Well, I’m not some girl you want to pick up in a bar. I’m here to cook. That’s it.”
