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Have my chest that’s starting to heave brushing steadily against his.
I let my eyes momentarily linger at his lips, and the instant they part, something deep inside whispers to take the opening.
The wordless offering.
The obvious opportunity to taste the one thing I’ve wanted for years.
“And since you’ve brought up the child you scarred for life…” Blu interjects, startling our bodies back to their respectful spaces.
“He wasn’t a child,” Slater grumps before having another sip of his coffee. “He was at least twenty-one.”
“Twenty-two to be exact,” his partner informs. “And unfortunately for us, a dead end. He was basically just some fuckboy who – up until he made the mistake of pissing you off – was in low level surveillance and extortion. Like follow my husband to see if he’s cheating type of shit and then when they’re inevitably caught in the act blackmailing them to pay him double so that he reports to their wives he found nothing.”
“Ugh,” I swiftly sneer, “I hope he’s been using his hospital stay to do what sounds like some much needed self-reflection.”
“According to him, he has no clue who placed the order. He simply saw the number of zeroes they were offering and took the gig.”
“Another double-blind blackboard assignment?”
“Yup.”
“And there’s no way we can trace that shit?”
“Well…” Blu’s lettering resumes its typical bouncy nature, “I didn’t say that.”
“Your ass better say somethin’ if you’d like to spend the mornin’ havin’ biscuits with your girlfriend instead of handin’ the dentist your teeth.”
“There’s no way we can trace that shit,butI have a contact willing to chase a few IP address leads. Maybe get an idea ofwherethe assignments have been being posted from. Or – if the price is right – he can do us one better and lead us directly to the site’s owner who we can then…persuadeinto granting us the access we need to find whoever this asshole is.”
“Make sure the price isn’t wrong, Blu.”
He executes a single nod. “Roger.”
“Sorrysorrysorry,” Aviva squeaks at the same time she bursts back into the room with syrup in hand, “I didn’t mean to take so long!” The door shuts loudly behind her. “It’s just one thing led to another, and I got a littletoocaught up making notes about my bees and-”
“You have bees?” Intrigue has me rudely interrupting. “Like at work?”
“There too!” She places the bottle down on the counter and finds her way into Blu’s arms. “And while I love all sorts of insects – especially those with wings – bees are undeniably my favorite. It’s why being anapiculturistis my dream job.” Her boyfriend tucks his arm around her lower waist. “The fact that the ones I help cultivate for work are used for much greater causes than just their honey is simply an added bonus.” Her round face leans forward in a playful fashion. “But the ones I keep at home are strictly for pleasure.”
A dramatic wink is shot in our direction that causes Slater to shake his head in amusement while I simply snicker.
Oh, she totally means it in that avenue.
Aviva is far from shy when it comes to the topic of sex.
Although, in her defense, she’s usually talking about bugs boning versus people.
Guess we have that in common.
She has an easier time understanding the dynamics and structures of insects rather than people while I have an easier time understanding the characteristics of people’s handwriting and speech patterns rather than social constructs such as the appropriate time to bring up what’s someone’s favorite song to sing in the shower.
Curiosity continues to control the conversation that’s coming from me, “And where exactly are these bees?”
“Oh, on my patio,” she nonchalantly answers. “It’s one of the reasons I had to have a penthouse apartment. I needed enough room for Williamsburg.”
“Named after the capital of the Virginia Colony?” Slater questions, finally joining in on the investigation.
“Yeah! You know a group of bees is called a colony, so all my colonies have different colonial names.”
