Page 53 of Make Me Sin (Bad Habit 2)
The vivid image of a naked, sweating A.J. pounding into me as I grip his ass and cry out in ecstasy floods my brain.
Kat’s grin returns, even wider. “Oh, yeah. You do.”
I sigh. “We’ve all been spending too much time with Grace.”
“Well, she might be an incurable horndog, but at least she’s clear on her priorities.”
From a few dressing rooms down, Grace says, “You geniuses know I can hear you, right?”
Together, Kat and I say, “Shut up!”
Then Kenji appears in the doorway behind Kat. He’s still wearing nothing but his boots and Spidey underwear. And the one false eyelash. Pointing at me with a look of incredulity, he says, “A.J. and . . . you?”
“Oh, no!” I moan. He heard everything!
“You cannot repeat a word,” Kat snaps, wagging her finger at him.
Kenji throws up his hands. “Of course I can’t, because I can’t believe a word of what I’m hearing! It’s a figment of my imagination! I’m obviously on drugs! We’re talking about a man who eats virgins for lunch and a woman who makes nuns look slutty! There is no universe in existence where these two paths cross!”
“Why does everyone think I’m such a prude?” I shout.
Grace calls out, “Have you ever taken it up the ass?”
“Dude! Gross! No!”
Kenji asks, “Have you ever had sex with another girl?”
“I’m not gay!”
Kat says, “You don’t have to be gay, you could have just experimented when you were younger or something, like the rest of us.”
I gasp. “You’ve had sex with another girl?”
Chuckling, Grace says, “Case closed.”
I clench my hands in my hair. I hate everyone!
AINE appears in the dressing room with us, looking all sorts of nervous. “Excuse me, but there’s a gentleman here to see you?”
I frown. “A gentleman? Who?”
“A policeman. He says his name is Officer Cox?”
All the blood drains from my face. Kat and I share a horrified look.
Kenji says, “I watched a movie with an Officer Cox in it just last night.” He smirks. “That boy had a huge talent.”
From the far dressing room comes Grace’s delighted laugh.
Trying to appear calm, I walk through the mirrored dressing area into the main salon. I don’t look at Nico, who’s talking to someone on his cell. I also don’t look at A.J., but I feel his eyes burn into me like two hot pokers as I pass.
In the front room, Eric stands rigidly with his hands on his hips, staring out the windows to the street.
“Hey.”
He turns. His face is red. He obviously knows who’s in the back.
I cross my arms over my chest, hoping this isn’t going to be a scene.
