Page 33 of Pucker Factor

“You also have to buy her a dress.”

Kavanaugh stopped walking, shaking his head. “No, I’m not buying that shit.”

“She can’t walk around in those clothes. She’ll roast.” Then he lowered his voice. “She’s not wearing any fucking underwear.”

“Ah, so that’s the problem.”

“Wait,” I cut in. “Why is it not new for you to pay?”

“Because his daddy’s a senator,” Eli jeered.

Kavanaugh brushed it off, but I saw the tension around his eyes. He didn’t like that. “Yeah, and because he has money, I must have it too.”

“He’s actually dirt poor,” Eli joked.

“Not dirt poor,” Kavanaugh corrected. “I’m stingy with my money. There’s a difference.”

“Well, no need to be stingy now.”

“Hey, I don’t have to pick up the bill. Cash can cover our expenses. This is a work trip, after all.”

They continued to banter as we walked into the diner and took our seats. I looked over the menu, practically salivating over the menu. I was starving, but then again, I hadn’t eaten since sometime yesterday.

“Do you think all the fruit is fresh?” I asked, never taking my eyes off the menu.

“We’re in the Caribbean, so I would assume so,” Eli said.

They were silent as I looked over the menu. Then I saw all the different coffees. Wow, it was amazing. I didn’t see this coming when we walked into the diner. There was nothing special about it. When the waitress came by, I put in my order, earning shocked looks from the guys when they heard how much I wanted.

“What? I’m hungry. So, what’s it like to be in protection services?”

“It’s…”

“Fine when you don’t have a client that’s being a pain in the ass,” Kavanaugh muttered, cutting off Eli’s response.

“Oh, do you have many of those?”

Eli turned in the booth to face me. “You do remember the plane ride, right?”

“Of course. You kidnapped me.”

“You attacked all of us. You nearly broke Red’s nose. And let’s not forget you kneeing me in the balls. You’re lucky I was able to get it up last night.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I’m lucky? I had no idea it’s such an honor to be fucked by you after you dragged me onto a plane unwillingly.”

“Would you keep your voice down?” he hissed, then grinned at a couple staring at us. “How’s it going? Beautiful morning.”

“You tried to take down the plane,” Kavanaugh said, narrowing his eyes at me. “What aren’t you telling us?”

“About what?” I asked, confused by the question.

“Was it your boss? Were you trying not to get him into trouble?”

Okay, now I really wasn’t following. “Why would I not want to get him into trouble?”

“Because you were splitting the pot,” Kavanaugh said as if it was common sense.

“Splitting the pot…you think I somehow got myself into that vest to…make his story more plausible?”

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