I smiled. "I agree with Boner. That was a very good idea," I said.
"I have another slightly less good idea," Boner said. "Let's get you into the bath and clean you up." He eased me off his cock, letting his cum trickle back out of me and mingle with Cass’.
"Also a good idea." I let them help me off the couch before Boner swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. I kicked my legs in some kind of protest, but he held me tighter, pulling me against his firm body.
"I’ll get the water." Archer trotted past us, his cock slapping against his thighs as he went.
"I’ll make some coffee or some shit," Jules said.
"I’ll help you," Cass said, following me and Boner into the bathroom.
He opened the cabinet and started to pull out bath salts and shampoo, along with a clean, fluffy towel.
"I'm going to be spoiled, aren't I?" I asked, lying in Boner's arms while Archer filled the bath.
"If we have anything to say about it, yes you are," Boner agreed. "Very, very spoiled."
I had a feeling even if I tried to argue, they wouldn't listen. They were going to pamper me if it was the last thing they did.
I hoped like hell it wasn't.
CHAPTER 19
HARLOW
"Thank you for joining us this evening."
Detective Getzoff stepped into Angel's Rest in a store bought suit, his hair slicked back.
"I was surprised to be invited," he said. "You seem…uncomfortable in my presence."
"I don't trust people easily." I said honestly, "But you've shown your support for me and my restaurants. I thought I'd return the favor." I hoped it wasn't obvious I was lying through my teeth.
Again.
"Feel free to mingle with the other guests. Dinner will be along shortly."
"Thank you, Chef St. James." He stepped farther inside, nodding to someone.
I turned my face but couldn't figure out exactly who he was acknowledging.
Several of my regulars stood in roughly the right direction, including Judge Forest Cross and film critic Kevin Lotz-Moore.
I invited my most esteemed regulars. I owed them for continuing to come here and eat my food, especially after Erinwas murdered here. A few notable others had stayed away. I didn't blame them; violent death would freak most people out.
Honestly, I'd thought about not coming back here myself, but this was my happy place. I put that night behind me as best I could and got on with it.
When it came down to it, they were the ones missing out on fine food. Although a couple of them were now eating at Angel's Redemption instead, so it worked out for everyone.
Except Erin.
I greeted the next handful of guests, giving them the same spiel, and laughing at their responses although I only half-heard.
No doubt they'd put it down to nerves. We didn't often hold events like this here. This was a small, intimate restaurant. Nothing fancy except for the food.
A special dinner like this was unique. If I had my way, I'd never do it again. All these people in this space made my anxiety levels spike.
I startled as someone put a hand on my shoulder. I spun around to see Boner, a drink in his hand.
