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I unlock the bathroom and double-check that the space is empty before locking the door again so as not to raise suspicions.
I move to the fancy sink and look at myself in the mirror.
Considering it’s hotter than Hade’s asshole in here tonight, I’m pleasantly surprised to see I’m not sweating my makeup off.
My dark-rimmed eyes still have that mysterious smoky look going on, hiding the usual fuck you expression I wear.
My crimson-stained lips are as bright as when I first coated them. I make a mental note to check what brand of lipstick it is so I can buy more.
The color is only a shade or two darker than the slinky top I’m wearing. The top is flimsy enough that you can see my braless nipples through the thin material. And the back…well, there isn’t a back at all, just a string holding it in place around my neck.
My blonde hair is up in a sleek ponytail, mostly because I can’t bear it around my shoulders when I’m hot. But in this case, it works because it leaves my back and neck more exposed. All that skin tends to make a girl look vulnerable.
At least to asshole men with wandering hands.
I slip off my six-inch red-soled heels and unfasten the button on my pants before shimmying them down my legs.
I leave my little black G-string in place for aesthetics and kick my pants aside before hopping onto the counter.
I lean back against the mirror and lift my feet onto the counter. I spread my legs, pull my panties to the side, and idly start stroking myself.
I’m not sure how much time passes before I hear the sound of the key in the lock.
By now, my stomach is tight with need, and my fingers slick with arousal, so I slow my pace and wait for the door to swing wide and for Andrew Parks to stumble through.
One look at his thick dick through his pants shows me the drug Honey slipped him is starting to take effect.
“Who the fuck are you?” he barks when he sees me, but then his eyes drop to my wet pussy, and he licks his lips.
“A gift.”
“For me?” he asks, walking closer, his eyes never straying from between my legs.
“Yes,” I answer as he reaches out and drags a fingertip through my wetness.
He brings it to his lips and sucks it deep, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he groans.
I reach for him, sliding my hands under the edge of his jacket as his hands move to the button on his suit pants.
My fingertips graze the butt of his gun as his hand pulls his cock free.
He moves his hand up and down his length a few times before lining it up with my pussy.
“Who should I thank for my gift?”
I wrap my hand around his gun and yank it free, pointing it at his temple before his sluggish brain even realizes I have it.
“Your ex-wife,” I reply before pulling the trigger.
The silencer keeps the noise low but doesn’t eradicate the sound—that’s a myth. Lucky for me, this place is loud as hell. Even up here, I can feel the room vibrate from the bass of the music below.
His body drops to the floor with a resounding thud as I hop off the counter and straighten my underwear.
I pull the string at the back of my neck and toss my top on the far side of the counter, where it’s blood-free, and wash my arms, face, and hands. I do a quick scan of the rest of my body and find a few splatters on my legs. I clean those up, too, before pulling on my pants and slipping into my shoes.
My top didn’t fare so well, but I knew it wouldn’t, which is why I planned in advance.
With a quick flick, I turn the top around and tie it back on, only now my top is black on the outside and crimson on the inside.
