Page 15 of Kissin Irish by Morgan
“No, it means, like, oh my god. Wow, I had no idea.”
“Oh. To think Pagan accused me of a random hook up when he’s cheating on Kara.”
“Right.” I hadn’t known that but filed it away as I bent and held my nose to gather up the edges of the messy pad. Rushing it through the house to the back door, I took in the state of things. Her house was a pigsty.
When I returned and sat beside her again, Cece touched my arm. She said, “I know the house is a wreck. Jassica’s too depressed to clean up anymore, on account of my brother, and I’m busy everyday cleaning around the clubhouse. Honestly, that’s why I was trying to get a head start last night in the locker room. Plus, I don’t have a system yet here. Jassica’s supposed to take care of everything here at the house or at least walk me through it. She never has. It’s her way of keeping a job here.”
“That’s fucked up.” I put my hand over hers.
“That’s nice,” she remarked on my touch. “I can’t see people, so it’s nice to have some connection.”
“Jassica takes care of the apartment and you?”
Cece let go of me and drew her knees up to her chin. She wrapped her arms around them. She was all head and legs. “If you can call it that. She used to take care of everything until she started fucking my brother.”
“But you also leave and do chores at the clubhouse?”
“Every morning, except Sunday. It’s my job, not chores. I don’t want to be treated any differently on account of being blind. Everyone else who lives at Royal Road has a job. Even the whores. But no one appreciates what I do around here. And remember, you’re supposed to be doing it this month.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“I only clean the kitchen in the mornings. Opry assigns a girl in the evenings. She’ll have extra work, no doubt. So, they probably won’t notice until the laundry piles up. I do most of the laundry, the towels and napkins at the club. You know Kingpin insists we have cloth napkins for the buffet and fresh towels everywhere. He’s a clean freak.”
“Do you mean to tell me, we’ll be spending a lot of time in the basement?”
“Hell no. I use the big washer and dryer in the room at the back of the locker room. And I don’t dare touch anyone’s dirty undies. One of the sweetbutts does all the member’s laundry down in the basement. The ones who refuse to do it for themselves. I won’t go down there. You know what goes on down there.” Cece let go of her legs and stretched out, biting her lip.
“The BDSM, aye.” Although since Sadist was killed, no one ran the rooms for our guests. The place was pretty much abandoned.
“Yes. Needless to say, Pagan says, I’m not to go anywhere near the basement.”
Immediately, I had a longing to tie her up in one of the rooms down there and have my way with her.
Cece changed the subject. “Kingpin’s laundry, Junebug or Memphis takes care of it. A service comes twice a month to do all the sheets and pillows. I don’t do those, either. So, yeah, no one will notice I’m gone until they run out of towels at the clubhouse. Or Memphis slips on stage and puts a bigger crack in her ass.”
“What you’re saying is we can ditch work and do what we want for a while.”
“Why not?” Cece said with a small smile.
“Aye, I want to do you.” That’s how they talked about sex. “What do you say?” I fought the urge to touch her again, like that might frighten her because of my words. “We can go down in the basement together.”
Cece turned bright red. She wobbled her head as her forehead scrunched. “What about Charlotte?”
“Aye, Charlotte. That’s complicated.” I’d wanted Charlotte for years. A relationship with her was likely now, but Cece sure complicated things.
“What’s complicated about it? She’s coming over later. I heard her say so.”
“You have super hearing or something?” I joked.
“Yeah, all us blind folks get a superpower. Mines knowing when a guy already has a girl.”
“Forget about her. I have.” I took her wee wrist into my hand, rubbing it with my thumb.
Cece didn’t fight me. She leaned her head back, seemingly enjoying my touch. “You don’t even know me. I barely know you,” she whispered.
I ran my hand up her arm and leaned in to smell her neck. “Didn’t bother you last night.”
She tore her arm away from me. “The moment’s past.”
