I snort. I can’t help it. “What can I say? It was easy cleanup.”
Shrugging like it’s no big deal that I just folded myself in half to come when I could have easily found paper towels or something to wipe up any mess, I walk over to the bag I brought with me.
It’s silent for a moment and then, “Marlo.”
He’s right behind me, close enough that I swear I feel the tickle of his breath on my neck. “Yessum?”
“I could have—”
I glance at him over my shoulder when he cuts himself off. “But would you have?”
His shoulders rise with an inhale, one that looks deep, and he nods. “I would have.”
It’s cute that he thinks so but judging by the way we started out this endeavor, I would almost bet my Saturday night tips that the second he laid eyes onmytip, panic would have ensued.
It’s fine. It’s all fun.
And he gets to walk away from this with the BJ worthy of memory space. Maybe even spank bank shit.
I’m good. It’s good.
“Then let—can I … fuck.”
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I turn to him fully. “Take a deep breath.”
He does. Then pushes up those slutty little fucking glasses.
“Can I at least have your number?”
God, he’s so adorable. Looking like he’s nearing cardiac arrest from just that simple question and I pat his chest.
“Baby, if you can find me, I’ll give you all ten.”
With a grin, I smack a noisy kiss to his rosy cheek, and spin on my heels toward the exit.
He follows me, making sure the door is locked behind us.
“I will, Marlo,” he calls after me.
Smirking to myself, I don’t bother looking behind me as I walk away on light feet.
“I know you will.”
CHAPTER 09: LENNIX
I am on the wrong side of town. It’s been weeks of scouring the internet, searching social media for anyone matching his name.
Hell, I’ve even been looking for anyone that mightresemblehim. A relative. A random tagging from a friend. Something. Anything.
Nothing.
It’s all been a bunch of nothing.
All those secret sleuthing skills apparently missed me and went straight to the woman skipping at my side, her heels clacking on the pavement as we make our way up the street toward the flickering neon sign.
One that spells outVelvet Thunderlights up the patrons waiting in line in a wash of deep purple, distorting them until it’s just a blob of blurred bodies.
I push up my glasses.
