See that, bitch? I made her smile and blush.
Albert sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I thought we were here to do a job, not a fucking pissing contest,” he turns to Cherry with an apologetic face. “I’m so sorry about these two.” She breaks her gaze from me and smiles, revealing her pearly white teeth.
“They’re fine, Albert. Shall I show you to the job?”
“Please, lead the way.” He says with a warm tone, even though he’s scolding us with his eyes. Warning us to be on our best behaviour.
Cherry quickly closes the door behind me and begins to lead us through the penthouse. The space is clean and warm, a truly stunning place but I couldn’t give a fuck about that— I’m more interested in her. In the way her hair sits perfectly just underneath her sharp jaw, how her bare shoulders underneath that flimsy pyjama top she’s wearing, flow effortlessly into her back and down to her wide, voluptuous hips.
I can imagine her laying there before me, cold and blue, but for the first time the thought doesn’t bring the excitement that it usually does. Any other time I’d already be planning on the best way to kill her so that I could have my way with her but something within me is fighting that idea.
I want to feel her warmth beneath my cold, rough hands. I want to hear her voice as she begs to play dead for me.
Wait a fucking minute.
That’s it, that’s exactly what she could do for me. I’d be able to have the best of both worlds. She’d be warm, soft and wet beneath me but she wouldn’t be dead.
I just need to find out if that’s something that she would be into, but how the fuck do you ask a woman something like that?
Hey so, I like to fuck dead things but I also kinda like you so.. how do you feel about playing dead instead?
No fuck, Kincaid get it—
“Do you think Cherry will let me popher cherry?” Jay mutters as he shoves his elbow into my ribs. His eyes roam over her supple body as she leads us through the open plan kitchen and down towards the basement.
“No.” I say through gritted teeth.
“C’monnn.. I’ll dip in first and let you know what it’s like.” A darkness flashes across his eyes then I see the quick change in them as we enter the basement.
What the fuck was that?
It’s nothing like we haven’t seen before, seeing as this is what we do for a living but I wasn’t expecting this.. to come fromher.
“I’m guessing all this blood isn’t from a little accident?” I say to Cherry. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and I don’t miss the way she tangles her fingers together, almost like she’s not wanting to admit what really happened here.
“No, no accident here.” She says, her gaze locked on mine before she flicks between the rest of us.
Kyro places his bag down on the floor in the only dry patch. “Someone piss you off?”
She lets out a small laugh and the sound feels like a punch to the gut. “Um, let’s just say they had it coming.”
This tiny, red-headed firecracker, killed someone?
Jay smirks and raises an eyebrow at her. “Well, remind me not to mess with you then.”
I catch the grimace on her face then it quickly changes into a small smile. “You’d do well to remember that,Jay.”
Well fuck me in the ass. I might have just fallen in love.
Albert clears his throat. “I think we’ll get started then we can get out of your hair.” He sends her a warm smile but I can clearly tell he’s pissed with us, maybe Jay more than anything but that’s not my problem.
Cherry crosses her arms over her chest, forcing her round breasts to squish together. It’s such an innocent act but I can feel my mouth beginning to water. Everything about her is sending me into a tailspin. She makes me feel all fuzzy and woozy.
Fuzzy and woozy? Really Kincaid?
“Sure, just give me a shout when you’re all done?” She says to Albert who simply nods, then tells us to get a move on.
We make quick work of unpacking our bags, pulling out various cleaning supplies and hazardous waste bags that we’ll need to burn later. Once I’ve emptied my bag, I grab a clean mask and slip it over my face, leaving only my eyes visible. The very same eyes that keep lingering over to Cherry. She meets my gaze and I find myself watching her mouth with intent as she wets her bottom lip with her tongue. Then she cuts the connection and drops her gaze before brushing past me to leave the basement.
