Page 33 of Mara
He looked at me for a long minute. I could see the wheels turning in his mind.
“Well, I will let you get to your date then.”
He started to walk away, but stopped right at my shoulder, leaning down and whispering in my ear. “Oh, and Nirvana?”
I stiffened, unsure what he would possibly have to say.
“Try not to think about me as my come leaks down your thighs.”
My cock was spent. Mara’s sweet scent was coating my body. I could smell her even as I air-dried my clothing on my bike. I didn’t want to lose her beautiful taste.
Her lie came out so effortlessly, it made me wonder what she actually intended to do today. I knew, for a fact, she didn’t have a fucking date. Her only friends were co-workers. Enough sleuthing on stolen CCTV footage from the shitty asylum she worked at showed she had zero interest or tolerance for any dumb fuck stupid enough to bother her for a date.
A chill crept up my spine, and I narrowed my eyes.
Fuck.
What if she met someone online?
Had I been too hasty to fuck up that persona so fast?
I needed Mara to care for me, succumb to my will. Having some big, bad masked man to scare her into submission worked out…but now I had no way to keep an eye on her virtually.
Fucking hell.
I spoke through my headset. Letting voice command create a new dating profile for me. This one had a shiny tie, no face, and a job in healthcare. I couldn’t tell you a syringe from a bandaid, but perhaps Mara would seek comfort in her own bubble of the world. The nurses I met in my time were all bitchy mean girls, and the dudes were know-it-all fuckwits. I didn’t know how well I could pull off this particular persona.
A call interrupted my thoughts, and I sighed, answering before it nearly stopped ringing. Trapp was one of my better tattooists, and I rarely heard shit from him. Nothing good was going to come from this call.
“Jinx, man. We gotta problem.”
I noted the quiet calm in his voice, but the terror was there. “Your little play toy…she’s here.”
I bit my lip trying to think exactly who he could be referring to. Unable to settle on an answer, I listened to the background instead.
“Is he there? I really need to speak to him.”
Trap was a quiet man who didn’t do ladies, and Gianna’s personality hit him like oil and water. What has gotten her so riled up?
“Put her on,” I said, leaning my bike to direct myself back toward town.
“Jinxy?” Gianna’s voice was all flighty with excitement.
“Yep, baby girl. What’s going on?”
The sooner she spat it out, the sooner my fucking nerves could calm down.
“Hi! I really need to talk to you. Okay? Can you meet me at that new fancy restaurant, Blanche? It can’t wait.”
My face was smudged with that fucking face paint, my clothes had air dried on my body to the point of being crusty, and I had to find out what my Little Reaper was actually doing today.
Of course, now Gianna had major news?
I flipped up my visor and rubbed my eyes, using one hand to steer my motorcycle.
“Uh…I’m pretty busy today, babe.”
Gianna’s tone changed. A slight bitchiness that wasn’t like her usual silky voice. “Oh? So, what are you doing that is keeping you so busy?”
