Colby
“Where the fuck am I supposed to put my damn wallet?”
The pockets on these pants are stretched so tight there’s no way anything is fitting in there. What the hell was she thinking? And how does anyone wear shit like this on purpose?
“I think you look hot,” Miss Sassy Pants replies.
I throw her a dark look and do my best to ignore the way she’s adjusting her magical fucking tits in her dress and making sure her wires aren’t showing. It’s pretty sheer and there’s no room for a bra… apparently. She rambled on about a shelf that’s built in to offer support and nipple modesty… shit, I have no clue because while she was talking, all I could focus on was the outline of those ripe and tasty nipples through the damn dress, and trying to talk the General down before he smashed through these girlie fucking pants.
“Are you wearing your hair down?”
I pause for a moment, thrown for a loop. This is feeling a little on the domesticated side. Getting ready together, lingering looks and small touches here and there. She helped me with the buttons on my shirt and I did the shitty fucking excuse for a button up on the back of her dress. It feels… I have no clue what this is.
“Hey spaceman,” she snaps her fingers in front of my face, breaking me out of the Twilight Zone. “Nadia is in the shower. If we want to be in place before they arrive, I suggest we make tracks.”
My head does the right thing, nodding up and down, as Bri grabs my wallet and adds it to her handbag. She spritzes herself with a little perfume and gives herself one last look in the mirror… and I’m mesmerized. She walks by me, heading towards the door and on impulse, I reach out and grab her by the waist.
Her body comes reeling into mine and I use the momentum to pin her against the cabin wall. The heels she’s wearing bring her up to my chin, she’s still a tiny little thing but the distance is closer than usual. My hands snake up and catch her face and I just can’t look away.
“I don’t know what’s going on Bri…” I trail off when she pushes onto her tiptoes and gently presses her lips to mine. This is the part where I normally go balls to the wall, devouring my prey but right now? I kiss her back gently, slowly. Fuck that’s hot. A little voice in the back of my head (which sounds suspiciously like Marcus) is screaming at me to retreat from this fire, but I can’t find the will to do it.
“Surveillance,” she breathes against my lips as we break apart. “We’re wired and working. Let’s get the intel we need and have some dinner.”
She slips out from under my arms and reaches for the handle of the door. “And if you’re a good boy, you can eat me for dessert.”
***
While Bri flutters her eyelashes at the waiter, I watch the room. We’ve scored prime seating with a perfect view of the tables, not that it’s needed. Our state of the art technology has the ability to pick out any voice in a crowd, but it would save time if we can bug the right table in the beginning. The bimbo would be here any minute and there were only two tables to choose from with reservations on them making my job a hell of a lot easier.
Between us, we had them both covered thanks to a little fancy footwork and some gushy flower love.
Disclaimer – she was the gushy flower lover.
“I got eyes,” Bri murmurs behind her wine glass.
I give her a wink and take a gulp of my own drink, wishing for a cold beer instead of this expensive crap. . A frown creases my forehead as she tosses her blonde extensions and gives her hips some crazy sway on her way through the tables.
“Jesus woman, get some dignity,” Bri chokes and shakes her head.
“Give her some credit Bri. It takes dedication to look that trashy.”
She laughs quietly. “She looks no different to your usual conquests.”
My face scrunches up in disgust, but I don’t refute it. I know my past is a little on the shallow side, although not as packed with pussy as Bri seems to think. “What can I say… I’ve matured?”
Her eyes roll but I don’t miss the tiny smile as she glances around her. Those eyes narrow when Nadia stands by the table I had bugged. “Dammit,” she mumbles, opening her purse and producing a twenty. I snatch it from her hand with a flourish.
“Why do you always win our bets? Drives me nuts,” she grumbles.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to remind her that I’m a winner in everything, I am the king, a god among men…. But she snatches the bill back out of my hand with a triumphant look on her pretty face. My eyes slide to the right just in time to see the same waiter from earlier guiding Nadia to a different table – Bri’s table.
“Fuck!”
My gleeful date rubs her hands together and gestures towards my wallet. “Pay up Maitland.”
I can tell my luck has run out on this trip already, and so can the giddy woman sat across from me. “Smug looks good on you Fairbanks.”
“Why, thank you.”
We order our dinner and sit back, seeming every inch the relaxed vacation couple. My phone lights up on the table, informing me that the feed is live and transmitting back to the servers. We will be able to hear everything in our earpieces and thanks to the wonder of technology, I can hone in on the right table and mute the other conversations going on around the targets. My fingers fly over the screen, making the necessary adjustments and when Bri gives a nod, I know we have the right balance.
Nadia’s girlie giggle echoes into my ear and we both roll our eyes at the same time. No pussy is worth having to listen to that voice. How she had managed to bag the Mayor and Frankie McGregor is beyond me. She orders the most expensive wine on the list and an elaborate meal for two to go with it, one I’m sure she won’t even eat. This woman is priceless.
“He’s late,” Bri whispers.
Pulling her hand into mine, I make a show of kissing her knuckles. For the benefit of the charade of course, nothing to do with the passing waiter with his eyes glued to her chest.
“Don’t fucking blame him, she’s a mess.”
“Be serious.” Her fingers sweep across my stubble, lingering way longer than is necessary to keep up appearances.
My cock starts to wake up and that’s the last thing I need in these fucking pants.
“He’s only twenty minutes late, give him a chance.”
“That would be a big X in the box if it was my date, buddy,” she quips.
I take another sip of my shitty wine and steal a look at the woman in question. She doesn’t seem to care that her date is late, but then again, she is engrossed in her phone and on her second glass already.
“She’s gonna end up hammered at this rate.”
“Perfect, maybe she’ll spill some info.” I wink over at Bri. “Or give us a show.”
“Ewww you perv.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like to watch, love.” A light blush covers her cheeks as she tries to hold her disgusted expression. “You were every bit as invested in our solo acts earlier as I was.”
“Maybe,” she allows, her throat bobbing as she swallows. Her hand presses to her neck and then one digit begins lightly tracing a path down to those magnificent breasts. “But I much preferred the team effort.”
A small tearing sound hits my ears and my eyes widen as I glance down at my lap. Well…. Shit.
“What was that?”
Eyebrows raised, I shoot her a scowl. “That would be the zipper on my stupid ass pants splitting open because someone is giving me a chubby.”
She pauses for a beat then bursts into fits of laughter, drawing the attention of every set of eyes in the room. So much for keeping a low profile. My hand shoots out and grabs hers tightly, giving it a little jerk. She sobers almost immediately, and a guilty look crosses her features before she can school them. I soften my grip immediately and give her palm a squeeze.
“We have incoming.” Her eyes fly to mine and dart back behind me, focusing on Nadia’s date. “It’s the new player.”
Nadia groans in my ear, seemingly unhappy with her dinner partner. I wait for him to be seated before turning my head to the side and catching a glimpse. It was the guy from earlier but whereas before he had stared at the woman with distaste, now he was looking at her with interest.
“What are you doing here,” Nadia hisses. She downs her wine and drops the glass back onto the table in obvious frustration.
Calvin chuckles and pours himself a glass before refilling hers. “My brother has been delayed, he sends his apologies. I promised to take care of you for the evening.”
Bri frowns across the table. Nothing in our reports links him to Frankie, as far as we knew the mob boss was an only child.
“And how exactly do you plan to do that?” Nadia fixes her eyes on her companion in a clear challenge.
“Oh, I have ideas,” Calvin smirks.
I have a feeling the show we’d joked about is going to be ugly. Fuck my life.