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“I can get it out,” Virginia says with full confidence, even though she, too, has tried and failed.
“Are there tweezers hidden in your sundress?”
“Better. In my mouth.”
“In your what?”
Instead of answering, she sits on the bench beside me and pulls my leg into her lap, forcing my body to twist in her direction.
“Lean back and relax. Give me your foot.” Virginia looks up over my shoulder at my security detail. “Bruce, I think there’s a small flask in my backpack purse. Will you please take it out and hand it to me?”
Bruce doesn’t answer.
Virginia’s expression changes—she seems to be scowling at him. She speaks slowly. “I need you to take the flask from my purse.” She rests her palm over her heart and taps a couple of times, which seems odd.
I’m not down with this. “Whatever it is you’re considering, just stop. If you need to be drunk to take this thorn out, I’d rather wait—”
She interrupts me. “So I can disinfect Mr. Power’s foot.”
She looks over my shoulder, but Bruce doesn’t move. What the hell is going on? I look up at him and he gives me a tentative smile.
“Bruce.” Virginia draws my attention back to her.
My security guy does as she asks, taking a flask from the purse on her back and handing it to her.
She takes a swig, swishes it around in her mouth, then spits the booze onto the ground.
“This might sting.” Virginia pours alcohol on the ball of my foot, then tries to hand me the flask.
“I’ll take that, sir.” Bruce grabs the flask from Virginia’s hand, but I see the artwork on it—the wordBIGwith a drawing of a rooster—before he pockets it.
Before I can process why Virginia has a flask that says “big cock,” she pulls my attention back to my foot. She’s palpated the pads on either side of the spot where the thorn pulses like it’s trying to become one with my soul. And then she leans forward and bares her teeth as she pulls my foot to her mouth.
“What the actual fuck are you doing?” I pull my leg from her grip.
“Relax.” She laughs and makes a show of slowly inhaling and exhaling. Just like Joe used to do. Joe, the bastard, who made good on his threat and left me in the lurch two months ago.
“Will,” Virginia snaps.
I watch and follow her breath until my leg relaxes.
Virginia runs her tongue along the edge of her top teeth. “I’ve pulled dozens, maybe hundreds, of thorns and spiky plant bits from my hands with my teeth. I can do this.”
“You arenotsucking on my foot.”
“Will Power, chill. I’m not going to suck your foot. And I’m not going back to the building to get tweezers when I can do this with my teeth. So sit back and shut up.”
“Sir, would you like me to call—”
“No, he would not. Would you two just relax? My god, it’s as if you’ve never interacted with the real world.” She grabs my calf and yanks it back into her lap. I could fight, but I know I won’t win, so I give in and let Virginia press her lips against the ball of my foot.
Talk about hearing a feeling … when her tongue touches my sole, I swear to Christ I hear angels sing as the air leaves my lungs. I don’t know what she’s doing or why, but holy shit, it’s an unexpected turn-on to have her mouth on the least sexy part of any human body.
After several seconds of performing the most intimate act I’ve ever experienced in public, her teeth find an edge. She exhales warm air and says, “Don’t move,” against my foot. I tense my leg, not only to make sure I don’t kick her in the mouth, but because I’m suddenly sporting what will become, in about two seconds, a very obvious boner.
I pull the ball cap from my head and drop it on my lap.
She tugs. A sharp pain follows, then the relief as the thorn leaves my flesh. Virginia takes the spike between her fingers, leans forward again, and kisses my foot.
