Page 27 of Hurts So Good
“A what?” Ronin glared at me and then back at the road.
“A fake kinky date this weekend. That way, we can work in a bit of fun on this mission. You and I have been too boring in our pretend bedroom lately. I need some spice.” I patted his cheek. “Besides, that way, if she saw any of my gear, she’d just think it was a part of our sex life.”
“Damn, Tru…didn’t know you played that way.” Ronin grinned. “I’m just a small-town boy. I don’t know a thing about that kinky stuff.”
I leaned back into the deep seat of the well-worn caddy. “Right…and I’m Elvis.”
Ronin barked out a rare chuckle.
“Was that a laugh, Highflyer?” Both of our earpieces squawked at us.
“I think it was,” I said, chuckling back.
CHAPTER TWO
Corbin
“Yes. Tomorrow.” This dick was getting on my last nerve. “No, Phil, you cannot stop at the club and have a lap dance before you drop off your stash.”
The clock on my computer told me it was almost midnight, and I was done for the day. “No, Phil.”
“But dude, it will only take twenty minutes to?—”
“Phil, I can do your job for you if you really need your lap dance.”
There was a long pause followed by a hard swallow that came through on the other end of the line. “No, I’m—I’m, uh, good. Sorry, boss.”
“That’s what I thought,” I said, ending the call.
Sitting back in my chair, I stretched for just a moment. Phil better not fuck up my plan to haul thirty-two girls across the country. This deal was my way to get out from underneath Carlos. I was so done with his shit. My phone dinged again.
Beauty: Baby…are you coming to bed, or am I going to have to entertain myself?
Smiling, I texted back.
Me: Is your paper done?
Beauty: Yes, Sir.
Me: And you are dressed and waiting for me to come up so I can watch you prepare for sleep?
Beauty: Yes, Sir.
Me: Good girl. On my way up. Oh, and no playing with what is mine until I’m there. Understood?
Beauty: Devil-Faced grinning emoji.
Hopping out of my chair, I placed my hand on the scanner to open the door. It hissed and clicked as it slid into the fake wall piece. My office upgrade truly was a blessing.
I popped into the bathroom, quickly brushed my pearlys, and snagged two water bottles out of the fridge. Wrapping my hand around the top of the swirly banister, I hit the stairs running, taking two steps at a time.
Her sweet tangerine scent hit me before entering the room and made me instantly hard. Readjusting myself, I tossed the water onto the bed as I spotted Ari scurrying around the room.
Watching my Beauty run through her nighttime routine of makeup removal, messy hair bun, and teeth-brushing was adorable, but her in my T-shirt made her delectable.
She leaned across my body, caging me in with her arms on either side. “Babe, do you still have my lotion from last night?”
Kissing her nose, I reached down and slid the nightstand drawer open. I grabbed her requested item and smiled at my new shiny piece in the drawer. The Beretta-Eighty-One was a toy to be envied, and mine was made in badass titanium.