Page 73 of Riordan's Revenge
He trailed his lips up my thigh. Took my loose shorts with him. At the crease with my leg, he hovered, his hot breath warming my skin.
God. Please. Just two inches to the left.
“Tell me you forgive me.”
“Fine. I do.”
“Good girl. What did I tell you I’d do if you ran from me again?”
“Chase me?”
“Punish you.” Riordan pressed his lips to my underwear, right over my clit. Then he jumped up. “I have work to do.”
“You’re stopping?”
“Yep.”
“Ye can’t leave me like this,” I squeaked.
The arsehole tossed me a smile that told me he could do exactly that. I watched him walk away, hot and bothered but smiling.
A familiar figure trotted down the hall from the opposite direction. In a jaunty hat, gold bikini bottoms, and a short, dark-blue, cutaway jacket which barely covered her round boobs and played peek-a-boo with her nipples like some kind of seventies porno space cadet, Dixie grinned at me. “What’s got you grinning like that?”
“My boyfriend likes me.”
She snickered. “Lucky girl.”
I gave a dreamy sigh. “How the hell does one person take up so much space inside me?”
“He’s well hung, too? Put a ring on it. And yes, I mean his dick.”
I burst out with a laugh. “I meant in my heart or soul or whatever, but that, too. Hey, Dix, got a minute? I need you to tell me the days you want to work but I also need to ask something more interesting.”
“Anything for you, hun.”
I exhaled and set my mind to my task, the wobble over my increasingly precious connection to Riordan over. “Give me your best ideas for petty revenge. Oh, and after, your personal favourite sex position, with detailed instructions. I need to learn.”
Dixie’s smile sharpened. I knew her as a sweetheart. Since I’d come here, she’d befriended me and helped me out. She was the queen of gossip but had the appearance of someone who didn’t let shite bother her.
Apparently, I’d been wrong in that.
“Revenge is my favourite flavour, bestie. Grab a straw. I’m pouring.”
Dixie listed half a dozen suggestions without breaking a sweat, clearly having put thought to this for her own reasons.
Delighted, I made my notes.
After we were done, and for the next few hours, she helped me work my way through the sex workers in the brothel, taking the time between clients to track down staff and even call the ones who were at home, getting their approval for the rota and help with my other questions. Pretty quickly, I’d compiled two lists.
When I was done, I hugged her then moseyed out to the main receiving room. Riordan was nowhere in sight, but that was in my favour. I had something I needed to do.
My little secret.
A surprise for him for later.
Manny was at the guard station which had a mirrored wall that looked out on the brothel’s receiving room. He called another dude in to replace him then escorted me to the lift. We passed the hotel-style fourth floor, the cam girls on five, the storage area on six, then emerged into seven.
No one else came up here.