Page 91 of Reaper

Once in the bathroom, I turn on the shower and jump in.

“Don’t you want it to warm up first?” Natalie laughs as she crosses her arms.

“Ideally, yes. Today though, we don’t have time. We’re already behind schedule.”

“We could have just showered together.”

“If we did, then we would be even later than we already are. This way I’ll be out of the shower by the time it heats up and you can jump in when I get out.”

Natalie pouts. “You’re no fun.”

As I clean myself, I laugh. “I’ve never heard that one before.”

A few minutes later, Natalie and I are trading places.

“You know, it’s not fair that it takes you like five seconds to get ready for the day,” she says as she washes her hair.

“So sorry,” I deadpan as I leave the room to get dressed.

Thirty minutes later, Natalie’s hair is dry and braided down her back and she’s on the back of my bike.

“Ready?” I ask as I start moving.

“Let’s go. I’m excited to see where you’re taking me!” she says as she taps my stomach in excitement.

Twenty minutes later, on the outskirts of Vegas, I pull into our location.

“What is this place?” Natalie asks as I shut off the bike.

Ignoring her, I hold out a hand and help her down before getting off the bikes. Once our helmets are removed and resting on the bike, I pull her into my arms.

“You really don’t know what this place is?”

“No idea.” She shakes her head as she looks around.

“This is a classic bordello. Or better known as a brothel.”

Natalie gasps as she looks up at me. “Do I get to meet a madam?”

“You do.”

She squeals as she dances around in my arms.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!” she says as she peppers my face with kisses.

“Sorry it took me so long to get this scheduled.”

Natalie laughs. “We just talked about this a couple days ago. Honestly, I figured it would be a while or it wouldn’t happen.”

I gently touch her chin and make her eyes meet mine. “When I tell you I’m going to do something, I’m going to follow through.”

“I know that, but sometimes it’s going to take me a little bit to remember,” she says softly.

“Good. Now let’s go meet a madam.”

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I pull into my driveway and shut off the bike. Natalie jumps off and runs onto the front porch ahead of me. Taking my time, I make my way up to her as she hangs out on one of the front porch rocking chairs I have.

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