Page 6 of Redemption in the Dark (The Righteous 5)
He could admit that, like a siren’s call, he wasn’t immune to her charms and found himself picturing what was under her bright purple top with the cartoon alien on it. After half the tequila was gone, Maeve turned into a sexually charged beast.
The song “Bartender” came on, and she was now currently dancing on the bar while singing along. There wasn’t a single set of eyes that weren’t trained on her. It felt as if she were getting ready to command an orgy to break out, and it would simply happen because she wanted it to. He had no idea if that was what she wanted, but that was the feeling in the cozy bar.
He shook his head, looked away from her wiggling that was giving him unprofessional thoughts, and pulled his phone from his pocket.
Wolf: Package has been located.
Wigfield: Pick up location?
Wolf: I’ve just sent you the GPS coordinates.
Wigfield:A team will be there to pick the two of you up in the morning.
Wolf: Ten-four.
Wigfield: Good job. Promotion chat when you get back.
Wolf: Yes, Sir. Thank you.
He once more marveled that he was talking to the big man himself and by text no less, and shoved his phone away. Glancing up, he saw Maeve begin twerking to the newest song. Her ass was rolling in perfect circles, and he could not stop staring.
Two of the guys standing at the bar smacked her ass, and a strange jolt of jealousy stabbed through his gut. He had no business feeling jealous. She was a mark he intended to hand over to his superiors and nothing more. Not to mention, he’d watched her fuck at least twenty different people at that strange foam party, where everyone kept telling him he was wearing too many clothes.
At that time, she’d been nothing more than a target to analyze. He certainly wouldn’t classify them as close, but he’d just spent the better part of an hour getting to know her. Oddly now, he was feeling protective over her, and he didn’t like the guys in front of her taking advantage of her drunken state, which was his fault.
He’d learned two things in Vegas very quickly. The first was that she was wary until she had alcohol in her system, and then all of that flew out the window. The second thing was that she would leave with anyone once she was drunk. He chose to use both to his advantage.
Wolf chugged the rest of the beer he’d been nursing and pulled his wallet out as he marched for the bar. Leaning across the bar, he had to wave a couple of times to get the bartender’s attention. She was as transfixed as everyone else by the show Maeve was putting on.
“How much for the food and drinks?” He pointed to the table.
“You two together,” she asked as she rang up the receipt for their meals on the register.
“Sorta.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either.
“Did you want a third person to join the party?” The bartender blushed as she posed the question.
He wanted to shake his head in wonder at the power that was simply Maeve. “Sorry, we have to wake up early in the morning.”
“Oh, okay. Too bad.”
Wolf handed over the cash and then pushed himself through the group that continued to grow. Suddenly, she whipped the purple top off over her head, and the group went wild. She proceeded to swing it around over her head like a lasso. The catcalls and whistles were loud as the men and women pushed at one another to get close enough to touch Maeve. One guy reached out and ran his hand up her leg. That was all he could handle watching. The anger was back in his gut, and the urge to knock the teeth out of the man was strong.
“Watch out,” he said, pushing the two closest men to the side.
They looked like they were going to attack him until he flashed the badge on his belt. Like mice, when a cat was around, they scattered quickly, giving him enough room to reach up and pluck Maeve off the bar like she was a small rag doll. He tossed her over his shoulder and clutched her shirt in his hand as he marched for the door. This part of the country liked its cool nights, and he was thankful for the fresh blast of cool air as he pushed open the door, not caring who was watching the interaction.
“Heyyy, put me dowwwn, I was just gettin’ warmmed up,” Maeve said, but her body had gone completely loose in his grip. Well loose except for her hands. They continued taking turns to grab his ass. “You have a hard bum-bum,” she said and then laughed. She began spanking his ass like a drum while singing random lyrics. Unable to help himself, he smirked as she held her arms out to her side and yelled that she was an airplane. “Psst.” Maeve poked his ass. “Psst.”
“Yes?”
“You’re fucking hhhot. Like, rweely, rweely hhhot.” She hiccuped and belched like a sailor, and he chuckled. He got the sense she’d be mortified if she knew she’d just done that. This was definitely not how he saw this takedown going when the orders came in.
“Psst.” She poked his ass again.
“Yes?”
“You gonna take ‘vantage of me, me, me,” she said and burst out in laughter. “Pwease dooo.” Well, there was no mystery as to why she had an assortment of suitors lined up. She was hot and willing sober or otherwise.
