Page 62 of Kiss Marry Kill
“Fine, but no getting stoned.”
“Deal.”
He paid for the two of them and they walked in, the lights still on. He looked around, making sure nothing seemed off, and then sent Joey a quick text. Checking in when he was with a client was something they did as part of protocol. There were about two dozen teenagers and young twentysomethings loitering around, waiting for the show to begin. Jax pulled Megan over to a corner, close to one of the emergency exits he had clocked. They sat with their backs against the wall, listening to the rock music and watching the laser light show on the ceiling of the dome. She lost the wig the moment the dome darkened and soon his mouth was on hers and his hand was under her shirt. There was an air of privacy with the thrill of being in public and it was exhilarating. Her nipple was just as pert and responsive as he’d remembered.
An hour later, the music stopped and they had to pull apart before the lights came back up. Instinctively, Megan reached for the wig while the room was still dark.
“I can’t believe I just made out with you in the planetarium,” Jax whispered, righting his clothes, surely looking as disheveled as she did.
“I know. Wasn’t it fun?”
He shook his head and snorted, then helped her up, unable to look away from her flushed face and swollen lips. “I feel like I’m back in high school. And with that red hair, it’s like I just kissed a stranger.”
“It’s the smell of weed that’s making you feel that way.”
He laughed. “No, it’s the fact I got to first base with the prettiest girl in eleventh grade.”
She shoved his shoulder playfully. “That’s sweet.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here before someone recognizes you.”
Once on the bike she carefully secured the helmet over the wig, and wrapped her arms around him.
“You hungry, sweetheart?”
“Starving,” she replied.
“I’m going to take you somewhere I think you’re going to like.”
“Okay,” she said with giddy enthusiasm as he revved up his bike.
They wound through street after street, making their way to a part of town she wasn’t familiar with. Finally, he parked his car in what looked like a quiet warehouse district. It was probably booming with people during working hours, but now it was quiet and eerie.
“Where are we?”
“It’s called the Skewed Skewer. They make gourmet shish kebabs. Rabbit, alligator, duck—or plain ol’ steak or chicken—topped off with their famous sauces. There’s no place to sit because he’s out back in a food truck and he changes locations every day. But they’re delicious.”
“If you say so,” she said, scrunching her nose. “I don’t want weird, just steak for me, please.”
“Okay, come on,” he said, grabbing her hand and leading them to the line to order.
A few minutes later, they were leaning against the bike, eating their food. “So good.” She patted her stomach. “Ugh. My head itches.” She pointed to the red hair. “And I’m stuffed.” She groaned and yawned. “I hate your bike a little right now.”
“You gotta hold on. No falling asleep.”
“I don’t know if I can. I’m so full and sleepy all of a sudden. Was that a turkey skewer? Why am I so tired?”
“Because you ate both of yours and most of mine. I can call you a cab and follow behind on my bike.”
“No,” she said. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a long way back to the island.”
“Not that long, maybe thirty minutes.”
Her eyes opened wide, excitedly. “Oh! I know. I have an idea. We can add it to the list of five things,” she said, jumping up and down before taking out her phone and scrolling for something. The look of exhaustion was gone.
She held out her phone to him. “Take us to this address.”
He looked at the screen, his brows furrowing. “Nothing good comes out of that area.”
