Page 38 of Say My Name

I arrive at the club before any of the other girls and sneak up the staircase, hoping to get a glance at Devereaux’s office. When I reach the top landing, I overhear voices.

“Tell me you had nothing to do with this, Benedict?” Devereaux says in a hushed tone.

“You know I didn’t.” The other man’s voice is deep, yet soothing. “I didn’t see anything either. I’m trying to work on a few leads on my end, but so far I’m coming up empty-handed.”

“Whoever killed those girls has a major bone to pick with me. I wish they’d come out and attack me.” Devereaux’s low voice is full of vengeance.

So my suspicion is right. The killings most likely have something to do with him, and not the girls.

It’s obvious he’s not the one doing the killings, unless he’s playing a much bigger game and wants this man to believe he’s not.

Which I no longer believe. It’s not Devereaux. It’s someone trying to hurt Devereaux.

My plan solidifies right here and now. I need to get closer to him.

With silent feet, I inch closer and see Devereaux’s office door open, and I rush back down the stairs before either of them spots me listening.

I need a solid plan on how to get closer to him. An idea forms. Luna trudges in through the front doors of the club.

“I’m so tired today,” she says, dragging her feet over to me.

“Do you want me to take most of the tables tonight so you can rest?”

Her face lights up like the Fourth of July. “Yes, please. You sure you don’t mind?”

“Positive.” I like Luna. She’s the nicest girl here and has helped me out the most. “Why are you so tired?”

“Patrick and I stayed up all night.” Patrick’s her boyfriend, and I’ve heard her talk about him plenty.

“Doing what?”

Her laughter billows before she says, “We were fucking, Swan.” She says it as if talking about sex is as normal as talking about the weather. For me it’s not.

“Oh.” My cheeks flame. To anyone else, it would be obvious why they were up all night, but people like me—innocent girls—don’t think about those sorts of things. It’s most likely because it’s been so long since I’ve had sex.

“You really need to get a little more experience.” She edges closer. “Your boyfriend isn’t fucking you good enough?”

“Oh, my god, Luna.” I swat her away, trying not to die from embarrassment.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. You’re probably just not into how he’s fucking you. My ex liked me face down. Ass up. Smack. Smack.” She exaggerates the words with a roll of her eyes.

“Well, my boyfriend isn’t like that.”

“Seriously. Is he not getting the job done?”

A shadow looms behind me, and I don’t need to turn around to know who is lurking. I can feel him. Heat radiates off him in waves, making my body tighten.

“Who’s not getting what job done?” Devereaux’s deep voice vibrates across my nipples, standing them at attention.

Luna’s not mortified like me. I turn around, and before I can tell him we weren’t talking about anyone, she speaks. “Swan’s boyfriend isn’t getting the job done, if you know what I mean.” She raises a brow so there’s no misunderstanding. She means sex.

Now. Now I could die from embarrassment, not like earlier, butnow.

“What job?” Devereaux asks, obviously not grasping Luna’s underlying tone.

“Nothing,” I say, trying my best to shut Luna up and end this conversation.

“Thejob. Sex. Swan’s boyfriend is a dud in the bedroom.”

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