Page 93 of Red Marked

We ride the elevator up in silence. Flint lets us in and hits the light switch.

“You shower first,” he says. He toes off his boots and pulls his phone out. “I’ll order us something to eat.”

“I’m really hungry.” My stomach growls.

He laughs. “Why am I not surprised?”

“I have a healthy appetite, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.”

“I’m not judging you. I like it.” He looks away and then back again.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go first?” I ask, pointing at the bathroom door.

“Absolutely. Is there anything in particular that you want to eat?”

“Surprise me. I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll be happy with it. I’m easy to please.”

I grab the toiletries out of the shopping bag at the foot of the bed, as well as some clothing.

I go into the tiny bathroom and close the door.

Flint

Easy to please.

Fuck!

I, of course, think of things that don’t involve food.

I pick up the menu on the tiny-ass desk, then I pick up the phone and order pizza.

Two large. One with pepperoni and one plain, because I don’t know what Star likes. I’ll let her pick whichever one she wants.

I strip off my shirt while I wait for the food and check my phone. There’s still nothing from Magma. I’m sure it won’t be too much longer before the ID is ready.

The knock comes twenty minutes later. I tip the kid, close the door with my foot, and put both boxes on the bed. This room really is seriously fucking small.

“Star.” I rap on the bathroom door with a knuckle. “Our food is here.”

“Coming!”

I sit back down on the bed and open the top box. It looks good. I fold a slice in half and take a bite, and it’s so damned good that I close my eyes for a second.

I’ve just started on my second slice when the bathroom door opens.

I look up, and I nearly choke.

Star is in a pair of white cotton panties that don’t do much to hide her pussy and a white tank top with nothing under it. Her hair is wet and combed back off her face. Her skin is still pink from the water.

Of course, her tits look great.

She looks…holy fucking shit. She’s hot, and that’s putting it mildly.

I’m sure my mouth has fallen open, so I work to close it.

“I forgot to buy pajamas,” she announces. “So I had to make do. I normally wouldn’t wear anything, so I figured I’m overdressed.” She laughs at her joke.

It’s not funny at all.