It’s been a while since I saw one of those in action. Cha Cha had a few when her voice didn’t work the way she wanted early on. It was a toss up on whether she’d go for the plush toys or throwing knives, but that was back home where we could duke it out together in a safe environment.
He runs his hands over his curly pink tinged hair. “She wants spangles for the next tour. Fucking spangles! We’re not in honkey tonk land.” He bares his teeth, looking like a deranged ram.
I shrug. “So, let her have them.”
He glares at me. “This is your fault. You indulge her.”
That’s probably true. I shrug. “She works hard.” It's the cover we put in place early in. Shayne has always suspected, but never called us on it outright.
“Yeah? Then you can deal with herhard work. It’s you she wants, anyway." He pouts like a spoiled child.
I snort. “She doesn’t always get what she wants with me,” I mutter.
“Okay. Fine. You convince her to put the damn latex into the next act she performs, then. She’s all yours.” Shayne storms away, taking Lola, the new stage manager, with him, cussing not so softly under his breath.
Crouching down, I collect the upside down capybara, and turn for Cha Cha’s door.Latex, huh?The memory of the night I showed her what a goodnight kiss could be like leaves my blood hot in an instant.
I knock on her door. “Cha Cha?” The handle gives, and I push it open.
A stuffed tiger zooms past me. I duck by reflex as a plush potted daisy follows it. The next airborne item is a fluffy pink pig. I catch that and kick the door shut, flicking the lock.
“No mor—” Something white and gray slaps my pec. A squeaky shark bounces off my chest. I don’t bend to pick that up. “Ow, princess."
Cha Cha turns to me, her wide eyes framed with thick black lashes from her stage make up. “I. Wanted. You.” She stamps her foot in her long white boots that encase her legs to her thighs in leather.
I know, because I zipped the fucking things up earlier.
“And I’m here.”
“You are.” She holds a stuffie in front of her as though she’s unsure if she’s about to throw it or cuddle the damn thing.
I take a step closer, tossing the two plush toys I’m holding behind me. “Tonight was too much?”
She shakes her head.
“You hated the idea of latex?” I try again.
She glares at me. “I don’t give a fuck about the latex.”
I stop and stretch my hands out at my sides. “Alright, princess. I’m outta ideas. But if you throw that at me at point blank range, it’s probably gonna sting?—”
The stuffie bounces off my chest and falls to the floor between us.
Cha Cha looks at me expectantly.
I sigh. “Come here.”
She steps forward, sliding her feet beneath the offending toy in a carpet of the damn things. “I missed you.”
My knuckle slides beneath her chin, but I let her tip her head back herself, unwilling to hurt her accidentally. I know she’s recovered but I can’t not see the necklace of bruises left on her flesh because I didn’t see the threat when I should have.
“What do you need from me tonight, princess?” I ask, reaching across with one hand to flick off the light, but keeping contact with her so she knows where I am.
The room lunges into darkness, and suddenly, she’s gone.
“Cha Cha?”
Warmth blooms across the front of my suit pants. I groan as she mouths my cock though the material, her tongue teasing the shape of me. “Fuck, princess. You could have said.”
