It was around ten in the evening when Maya’s glam squad arrived through the scrutiny of the security personnel on the door. They were followed shortly after by donuts, coffee, and cake. I wondered if it was my birthday—it had been a while since I’d been outside, and I didn’t what day of the year it was.
I grabbed a pink frosted donut from the selection and walked right up to Donovan.
“You’re gonna work it off later,” he said.
“Can I—stack it?” I asked, looking him up and down.
“On what?”
Rolling my eyes, I took his hand, forcing him to extend two fingers, then pushing the donut over them. “It’s a bit of a tight squeeze.”
Alongside the sickness and hunger—I was so fucking horny.
“Oh,” he said, nodding. “Soft or hard.”
Giddy with choice. “Soft,” I said, sucking my bottom lip in from how dry it had quickly become. “To hard,” I added in a choke of breath. “Please.”
Maya was in the bedroom—it was just the two of us.
“But we shouldn’t,” he said, lifting the donut his fingers were inserted through. “Because we’ve got a job to do.” He took a bite of it, the hole loosened, slipping down to his knuckles.
He was about to blue balls me, just as I’d offered to make his dick all sugary sweet with pink donut frosting. “I just wanna eat it off you,” I said.
He cleared his throat quickly, trying to overpower my voice from the comms. I kept forgetting it was in my ear. It was so snug in there. “We’ll be leaving soon, we can do it when we’re free.” The donut fell to the floor from his hands. “And you can start by cleaning this up.”
“Ok,” I said, pouting.
“Knees,” he said. “Teeth.”
We were trying to speak without saying too much. And I knew exactly what I was meant to do. Cleaning the donut up from the ground with only my mouth—and that strong tongue muscle. “Like this?”
He nodded. “Later. In the car,” he added. “But for the rest of the evening, you’ve got to be on your best behavior.”
I thought I was being well-behaved already, but I guess not. After eating a bite from the floor donut, I threw the restin the trash. Professional, best behavior, and smiling—but in a menacing way that made people fear and respect you. I had the look down, and then I opened my mouth and I was either effeminately sassy, or I was forcing out a rough and aggressive accent.
***
The clock struck midnight. Maya popped a bottle of champagne, offering it out, but we declined. She drank alone as her article went live. She’d made several vides, most of them trending on social media, with amateur sleuths chiming in with their takes on the situation.
Some people said Maya was obviously throwing accusations out there, while others defended her hard, telling people in the comments to believe her story. I read a lot of the comments for her, not telling her the negatives, just the supportive ones.
At the head of the dining table, Maya looked up at the reflections of the orange light dancing across the walls from the chandelier. with so much food around, including the ring donuts in a box we’d hidden.
“It’s been nice having the two of you around,” Maya said. “I wish I could have the two of you around all the time, obviously. I think we’ve been a great team.”
“It’s been fun,” I said, glancing at Donovan as he rolled his eyes. I’d rubbed off on him—and on him, all over in fact. “But I’m going to make sure I keep doing what needs to be done.”
“Well, we’ll see how—” Donovan began before rubbing his mouth.
Maya laughed into a sigh. “I’ll be back in hiding, and hopefully will see the two of you again some time,” she said “Can I request you?”
I looked to Donovan, I didn’t know how this whole thing worked. “Possibly.”
“Probably not,” he said. “We’ll have a lot of work, since Artemis wants to keep doing the good work.”
“As long as you’re putting them behind bars and not in the ground,” she said, sipping her champagne. “Justice is only served when they can pay for it, and they cannot pay for it if they’re dead.”
I agreed with that, wholeheartedly, however, it didn’t mean I wasn’t opposed to having a gun in the chamber with their name on it. There was a little bit of guilt in my chest for the people I’d killed, but they were people. who had no remorse, people who—I was learning weren’t the head of the operation, they were just guys promoted to run operations, to be there to take the fall in case anything happens.
