Page 53 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
“Nothing. Just need a girls’ night,” I lie, and she narrows her eyes.
“A girls’ night that involves you and me naked?” She beams, and I roll my eyes.
“Would you stop trying to get in my pants? I’ve told you a thousand times that I like dick.”
Rose giggles. “Who doesn’t? It is a delicacy, no?”
Sometimes I wish I was into girls. Rose would be the perfect choice. Not only is she stunning with her short platinum blonde hair and green eyes, but she’s funny. I always have so much fun with her.
Life with her would be simple, especially since I wouldn’t have to lie about my side hustle. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to after each kill. But I’m not a simple kind of woman, and I really have no interest in sex with a vagina.
“Who has you so hot and bothered, darling?” she asks and I cave.
Kind of.
“I’ve met someone. But he’s kind of off limits, and I’m struggling to hold myself back.”
“Ooh-la-la. The best kind of off limits.” She leans in. “Tell me. Is he thirsty for you, too?”
I blush as I nod, feeling ridiculous that I’m even reacting this way.
Maybe it’s the alcohol.
“Yes, he’s very thirsty for me, which is making it very hard to refuse him.”
Laughing, Rose claps her hands together in glee. “Wonderful. This is delicious, darling. But why is he off limits?”
“Ahhh.”
Can I tell her?
Shit, no. I can’t tell her the truth. I can’t tell anyone.
It’s wrong.
Forbidden… right?
“It’s just… complicated,” I say instead. “We are too different. It just won’t work.”
“Oh, darling. You need to stop thinking of him as a relationship and just fuck him. Have a little mischief. There are no rules against having fun, Lily.”
Shit. That’s not what I want to hear. She makes it sound okay, and it’s not, even though it feels right when I give in.
“It’s not that simple.” I shake my head, taking another long sip of my drink.
Leaning forward again, Rose grips my shoulder and looks me dead in the eye. “Maybe you’re making it more complicated than it needs to be, no?”
“Maybe.” I sigh, my shoulders dropping.
“Well, since I don’t like sausage…” She waves a dismissive hand. “And you’re not going to give me access to your sweet little le minou, let’s talk about something else.” Rose grins, and I nod.
This is exactly what I like about Rose. She’s good at distracting.
We talk in hushed tones about the underworld of England for a bit. I update Rose on the envelopes that keep coming each week, and we brainstorm for a while on who they could be from. In the end, we are no closer to finding a suspect.
I don’t tell her about the text messages though, since she doesn’t know I’m an Australian Mafia Princess in hiding.
Our conversation moves on to my recent kill, Omar Bertini. Rose raises the question of the girls in the house divulging my identity because they saw my face. That’s all they know of me, but they could give a good description to a sketch artist and find me through facial recognition software.
