Jasmine pulls away from me and shifts her focus back on the guy who is now on his knees, setting the tile. “I know where I want to be.” She whistles.
I sit atthe table eating lunch with the girls. They talked me into walking down the street to a sub shop. My mind is still reeling from the check Titan wrote out to me and figuring out how I can give Emilee what she wants. My biggest fear has always been failure. Having to close the shop that my mother loved so much. And if it weren’t for Grave, I would have had to do that a week ago when it got destroyed.
Next to me, Jasmine starts digging through her Saint Laurent purse. Emilee and Haven sit across from us in our booth by the window.
“What are you girls doing tonight?” I ask, trying to get my mind off it.
“Titan is getting off early today, and we’re leaving town. Flying to New York for the weekend,” Emilee answers first.
“What are you doing there?” Haven asks, taking a sip of her water.
“Are you going to that sex club?” Jasmine asks excitedly. “If so, I want to come.”
“No.” Emilee laughs. “One of Titan’s friends is opening his restaurant tonight, and he invited us.”
“Sex club?” I ask Jasmine.
She nods quickly, pulling what looks like a lip balm container out of her purse. “It is cool as fuck. Membership only. Like a secret society, BDSM style.”
Haven rolls her eyes, and Emilee chuckles.
“Interesting,” I mumble, taking a sip of my diet Coke.
“I so want to open one here,” Jasmine goes on, unscrewing the lid.
“Grave said he was going to the Airport tonight. I wanted to go,” I say. Obviously, it’s some sort of code for a club or something. I can’t see the guy having a second job. Kingdom already takes up too much of his time. But what the fuck else would he be doing there? He didn’t say,Hey, I’m going out of town for the night. Be back tomorrow.So he can’t be flying somewhere.
“Oh, there’s no way Luca would let me go there.” Haven shakes her head. “I’m not even going to ask.”
“I would go if we were in town.” Emilee frowns. “I can go with you girls next weekend for sure, though.”
“I’ll go with you,” Jasmine says. “What about Alexa?”
“She can’t. She has to work the bar at night until she can hire more help.” I don’t get to see her all that much unless I go up there to hang out. The woman is a hustler. Owning two businesses doesn’t allow much time to play.
Jasmine runs her finger through the lip balm and goes to put the lid back on, but stops. “Anyone want some?”
“Sure.” I dip my finger into it before smearing it across my lips. “Mmm, tastes like watermelon.” I rub my lips together, savoring the taste.
“So good,” she agrees.
My lips tingle. “What is this?” I lick them. The tingle intensifies into a burning sensation. “My lips are stinging.”
She looks at the container. “It’s actually nipple enhancer.”
“What?” I squeak, dipping my napkin in Emilee’s water and placing it on my lips.
“It makes them tingle,” she explains, as if I don’t understand. “Enhances them for nipple play.”
“Shit. They’re on fire, Jasmine.” I hiss in a breath, feeling them expanding like a balloon.
“I know.” She smiles. “I like it.”
“I want to try it.” Emilee reaches across the table and applies some to her lips.
“Why are you using that?” Haven asks.
“It makes your lips plump,” Jasmine answers in aduhvoice.
