Page 43 of Pucker Factor

“No can do,” he laughed. “That is not a woman you don’t look at. She’s fucking gorgeous, not that she really gets that.”

I frowned as I looked over at Sarah. “What do you mean?”

“If she’s aware that she has tits or an ass, she certainly doesn’t act like it. She’s just one of us.”

“No,” I shook my head, sure he was wrong. “She knows what she’s got and how to use it.”

“Maybe, but she’s not like the other women you know.”

“She picked me up in a bar,” I pointed out. “She obviously has the confidence to do that.”

“Yeah, but you were a stranger. Now she has to hold onto you, and your reaction basically told her she wasn’t good-looking. She’s fucking hot!”

“Hookers usually look good,” I pointed out.

“That doesn’t mean a woman wants to be compared to one. Besides, not every hooker has a nice body, and I can guarantee she jumped to the worst conclusion. All women do.”

“Are you here to help or make me feel like shit?”

“Neither,” he responded, grabbing his beer. “I’m here to drink. When the fuck is this plane gonna be fixed anyway?”

“Why? Have something better to do?”

He sighed heavily, picking at the label of his beer. “I shouldn’t have told Cash I’d do a trial run with the company. I miss my life.”

“Tell IRIS that. There’s nothing he’d love more than to get rid of you.”

“And that’s the only reason I’m staying,” he said with a cocky grin. “There’s nothing I love more than pissing him off.”

“Like you really have so much to go back to.”

“I’ll have you know that I’ve been turning down jobs left and right to try and…do what you guys do.”

“Uh…protect people?”

He rolled his eyes at me. “No, keep on the straight and narrow. Do you have any idea what it’s like to have the power to take a life, and then suddenly…poof, that’s all gone.”

“So…you miss killing people.”

He shrugged, taking a swig of his drink. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I killed just anyone. But man, taking out drug dealers and pimps…those were the days.”

I widened my eyes comically. This guy was a little insane. He reminded me of Fox…and maybe a few other people. Why couldn’t we just have some normal guys working on the team with us?

“Well, as enlightening as this has been, I think I’ll get back to my girl.”

He smirked at me, taking another drink. “Yeah, you do that.”

“Don’t you have someone to kill?” I asked as I turned away. I walked over to the table and stood beside Kavanaugh, waiting for him to move his ass. “Hey, get your ass up,” I said when he didn’t immediately move.

His eyes looked up at me with humor. “Why? Am I taking your spot?”

“You know you are,” I bit out. Why the fuck did he have to make this so complicated?

“I don’t know. She’s not yours,” he pointed out. “You made that very clear.”

“Kavanaugh, don’t be a dick,” Red snapped, tossing an olive at him from IRIS’s drink.

“Hey! Don’t stick your fingers in my drink,” IRIS complained.

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