“Yep.”
“In a Maserati.”
“Yep.”
“Those cars are so small.”
“They’re roomier than you’d think,” I say, pulling my hands from my face so I can breathe, and Lainey laughs.
“Geeze, girl! You really are living the life.”
“Except that I work for him, and he still doesn’t seem to know I am alive. I guess the experience was subpar for him,” I grumble.
“How was it for you?” she asks.
“Incredible,” I admit.
“Yeah?”
“He is such a good kisser.”
“I mean, he is like fifty years old,” she giggles. “Bro has had a lot of experience, if I had to guess.”
“And he’s really good with his hands, if you know what I mean,” I add.
“Of course he is. And how is his…” she bites her lip, points down, and wiggles her eyebrows.
“Glorious,” I say, grabbing a throw pillow and pressing it to my face.
“Amazing,” she sighs. Then she perks up and says, “We should go out tonight.”
“Out where?” I ask. “Thursdays are always our girl’s night in. I’m already in my fleece pj pants and have all my facial products lined up on the bathroom counter.”
“Your pores can wait! Let’s get all dressed up and go to the fight ring.”
“We can’t justgoto the fight ring,” I tell her.
“Why not? No one will recognize us from the Cockpit. Not without our uniforms and wigs. You know they’ll let us in too. We’re young and hot.”
“Not without skincare routines,” I mutter, but she stands up and pulls me with her.
“It’ll be fun. We can sit in the back and watch sexy, sweaty men beat the ever-loving shit out of each other. It’s very Bridgerton Season One if you think about it. Maybe you’ll even get to watch Dom be a dom, if you know what I mean,” she winks. As much as I think it’s a bad idea, I can’t resist the idea of watching him fight again.
Chapter 9
Mila
“What did I tell you?”Lainey asks with a smile and a shoulder shimmy as soon as the security guard lets us pass. Now that I know the layout of the place, we use a side door, go down a hall, and straight into the ring room. I wasn’t even aware it was there before, but am glad I know about it now.
“He didn’t even bat an eye,” I say, slightly surprised.
“That’s because we’re hot,” she smiles, and she’s not wrong. Lainey is wearing a red cocktail dress that fits like a glove around her thin frame. She could be a supermodel if she wanted to. She’s five-nine and has legs for days. The only thing I have for days is boobs and butt. I’m lucky my stomach is more or less toned, thanks only to the new Pilates routine I’ve been doing.
I went with an emerald green dress and a pair of sparkly black heels. It’s supposed to be girl’s night in, and as tired as I am, Lainey was still able to convince me to get all dressed up. I’m still worried about Dominic recognizing me, so I went all out with my outfit, hair, and makeup. I still find it a little offensive just how invisible I am at his house. But I don’t want him connecting the dots and realizing that his maid, the girl he fucked in his car theother night, and tonight, the all-dressed up club girl are all the same person. Me.
“Are you good?” she asks. We head down the hall and are let into the ring room. It’s like a tidal wave of déjà vu; everything from the sound to the smell to the lights, and I find my breath catching in my throat as I try to smile.
“Yeah,” I tell her. “I’m good.”
