Staring at my clothes, I try to decide which top is the least frumpy to go with my black pants and blazer. My wardrobe is seriously limited by functionality on the job. I settle on a fitted green top. At least I can have cleavage while hiding my gun. I’vejust finished changing when I hear Keke’s outer door closing. Marco must have left.
But Liev doesn’t come back.
Five minutes tick by. Then ten.
Why isn’t he coming back?
I stare at the closed door between the rooms, ears straining to make out the muted voices. I knock only once before opening the door.
And freeze.
Keke is naked.
Okay, she’s not totally naked, but she might as well be. She’s clad in a purple lace bra and thong that are essentially see through. Dresses are strewn across the bed in careless piles.
Seated on the chair in the corner, Liev turns an implacable face to me.
“Oh goodie, she’s back,” Keke drawls sarcastically.
I’m going to kill this bitch.
And then maybe him.
“What do you think?” She picks up two dresses, holding them up against her bare body. “Which one is better?”
“Outside of my job description,” I say through clenched teeth.
“What about you, Luscious Liev?” Keke purrs. “Which one do you think would look better on me?”
I can’t bear to look in his direction. To see how he might be assessing Keke’s perfect, flawless body. Instead, I indulge myself in a lovely fantasy of ripping out her long glossy hair extensions—I know theyaren’textensions and that just makes it worse—and then strangling her with them.
“Both are nice.” Liev’s voice is polite, which only pisses me off further.
“You have to prefer one.”
“Nope.”
“This one is sexier.” I see her shake the red micro-dress in my periphery. “But I want to dance tonight.”
My gaze involuntarily goes to her, and my stomach drops. She’s staring at him as if he’s her favorite treat.
Keke’s expression shifts to something more cunning. “I’m likely to flash my pussy though if I wear this one, since I won’t be wearing anything underneath.”
I jolt at her use of the word, but Liev’s expression doesn’t change.
Is she for real?
“Then you should probably wear the other one.” He gets to his feet. “I’ll leave you to decide. I need to change before we go out.”
When Liev reaches me, he’s not subtle about the push he gives me toward the door.
When it’s closed behind us, I cross my arms over my chest. “You know that’s exactly why her manager wanted me here. You should have left.”
I ignore the pit in my stomach. My concern is purely professional.
“I’m not interested in her.”
Why doeshesound irritated?
