“There’s one more thing,” Slash said before sipping her wine. “We can’t tell anyone at ALPHA we hooked up.”
“Yeah, no problem there.”
“They’ll pull me from the gig and give me a ration of shit.”
He topped off their wine. “Are you more interested in the possible prostitution or the missing women?”
She leaned back. “I want to nail Karen Woodside, and I want to find out what happened to those women.” After a beat, she said, “I want it all.”
“Then, I’ll make sure you get it,” he replied.
Slash
An idea had takenhold during dinner that she couldn’t shake. She wanted to have sex with Carrerabeforeshe got to Blue Suit.
No overthinking, no chastising, and no regret. Just sex.
There was a chance they wouldn’t hook up at the club. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but if Karen Woodside was involved, she was confident she’d hate it. Fucking hate it.
So, why not have a little fun onherterms?
“Talk to me about the twenty grand for Karen Woodside,” she said as she studied his face.
“It’s ten,” he said. “I’m telling Karen I paid you your cut.”
“Why?”
“The money is from Luciano. It’s counterfeit.”
Her eyes widened. “Didn’t expect that.”
“Anything we discuss?—”
“Stays with us.” After a beat, she said, “Let’s get clear about free use.”
“That was for Karen’s benefit.”
“Are you into that?”
“No, darlin’, I’m not. What about you?”
She opened her mouth, closed it. “Should we be having this convo?”
“Might be good to tell me now, especially if the rooms have cameras.”
“Right. I’m into CNC, consent non-consent. Sensory deprivation, like blindfolds and tying up a partner, but I’ve never trusted anyone enough to be tied up. Sometimes, edging is fun.”
She loved the effect this was having on him. Though he looked chill, his breathing had changed, and his eyes were black as coal.
“I’ve never had anal, Mr. Anus,” she said. “You?”
“Not a back-door guy.”
That made her smile. “Whatever we do, we’ve got to make it look real.”
“No problem there,” he said.
“No stepping out of character or having a conversation about why we’rereallythere.”
