“Yes, ma’am.” Maya rubbed Vicky’s back and held her soft head of hair against her cheek.
“Call me if you need anything,” Taylor instructed.
“Okay. But I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“This way, Miss,” Marisol said, gesturing toward a long corridor.
Maya followed Marisol and disappeared down a hall. Taylor turned to Victor, glaring at him through narrowed lids. “Why did you get rid of my baby like that?”
Victor raised a brow and blessed her with the sexiest grin. “I wanna spend some my baby.” His green eyes darkened to a lustful hue. “You got a problem with that?”
The deep rumble of his rich, masculine baritone sent waves of desire to her core.
“Hell, naw. I ain’t got no problem with that. Fuck them kids!”
Victor laughed and threw an arm over her shoulders. “Come on, sweet thang. Let’s go get reacquainted.”
Taylor’s belly did flops at the thought of Victor, balls deep with his dick in her guts.
CHAPTER 45
BELLA
“Coming!” Bella shouted after a knock. She wrapped herself in a robe and opened the door. It was Andrew, the Creeds’ house manager. “Hello, Andrew.”
“Good evening, Detective.”
Bella pouted. “Please, please call me Bella.”
Andrew smiled. “I will call you, Bella.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, Bella, this is for you.” Andrew handed her a garment bag.
“What’s this?”
“It’s your costume.”
Bella sighed. “So, she was serious about the costumes,” she mumbled under her breath.
Andrew smiled. “It’s your night, Bella. Enjoy yourself.” With that said, he turned and walked down the hall.
“Andrew?” Bella shouted at his back.
“Yes, Bella?”
“Can you please send me up a couple of shots of tequila?”
“Right away.”
“Thank you.”
Bella closed the door and hung the garment bag on a hook. She unzipped the bag and could not believe her eyes. Inside had to be the sluttiest version of Sherlock Holmes that she’d ever seen. It was clearly a play on Bella being a detective. She pulled the costume out and measured it with her eyes. It was tiny. There was no guarantee that she would be able to squeeze her ass into the little getup.
Like always, Bella slapped on a light beat. Mascara, lip gloss, and brow shaping were all she had in her wheelhouse. Tomake room for the ridiculous hat, she pulled her long hair into a ponytail at her nape.
Bella wiggled into the smedium costume and shoved her arms into the shortest trench coat ever made. Bella stepped into a pair of stilettos that made her already long legs go on for miles and walked over to the mirror. “Gotdamn!” she shrieked, approving her appearance. Modesty aside, she was hot shit.
