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When the girls started to show up and the music grew loud, I took myself up to the glass room for some quiet.
I meant to spend some time trying to figure out what I might be able to say to make Carmen talk to me.
But I passed out and dreamt of her instead.
Her on her hands and knees, ass up.
Her on my lap, bouncing around as she drove herself to the edge.
Beneath me, all soft and sweet, her nails scraping down my back…
CHAPTER NINE
Carmen
“Break a leg!” I called to Sofia as she made her way to the train platform.
She turned back, giving me two thumbs up and a big but wobbly smile.
She really wanted this gig.
I hadn’t seen her so nervous in a long time.
I wanted it for her too. Even if the filming meant she would most likely need to move to California, and I was not thrilled at the idea of living on my own.
I left the train station to do a job before heading back home to an empty house.
Or so I thought.
But Hamster didn’t run to me like she usually did to go pee.
And the place smelled like fresh coffee.
“Sof?” I called, tone tentative, because if she was back already, it was not good news.
“Nope,” a different voice entirely called back. Male. Newly familiar.
My stomach flipped.
“Try again,” Rune said as he moved into the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the jamb as he raised a cup that declaredMisogynist Tearsto his lips and took a sip. “I took the dog out and then walked her around town to blow off some energy.”
“What?”
“She tried to eat a street hot dog. So I bought her a burger too. She took herself upstairs afterward to, I imagine, sleep. So I made myself a pot of coffee while I waited for you.”
“How did you get in?”
“Think you girls put a little too much faith in your door locks. I got in in under two minutes. In a neighborhood like this, you might want to invest in some extra deterrents.”
“That’s what Hamster was supposed to be for.”
“Unfortunately, Hamster remembers a face. Stopped barking the second she saw it was me. Besides, I can’t see her actually biting anyone.”
He wasn’t wrong.
She was all bark. We had a repairman come over once, and she barked viciously while backing through the house to hide next to the washing machine.
“I could call the police. You broke into my house.”
