Page 45 of Wrecked
“Liliana and I have a bunch of stuff in common. It’s pretty cool. We both have birthdays in August. I went to GW. She’s going there for grad school. And we both have older sisters who are artists.”
“That’s a lot.”
“I know.” She smiled. “We bonded, plus she’s so reliable. One less thing I have to think about.” She pushed off the barstool. “Ready to clear the rooms?”
“Lead the way, babe.”
She stood in front of the scanner, but the light didn’t change until he stepped in front. Then, it flashed green. Hawk opened the door and waited while she breezed through.
On the second floor, she stood there, staring down the hallway. “We’re not alone.”
He listened, but heard nothing.
“The last door on the right is closed. There are probably people in there. We’ll check that one first.”
Hawk reached for his Glock, but he’d left it at home.
She cracked a smile. “We’re gonna ask them to leave, not shoot them.”
“Habit.”
As they walked past the open doors on either side of the hallway, they both glanced inside. The rooms were low-lit with different colored bulbs. She stopped in front of the closed door.
Knock-knock-knock.
“It’s management,” Addison said with a commanding tone. “We’re closing up for the night.”
No response. She knocked again. Still, nothing.
“We’re coming in.” She stood in front of the scanner, the light flashed green, and she opened the door.
A costumed woman was going down on a man, her sultry sounds hijacking Addison’s attention. The man was sitting in the corner chair, clothed in a shirt and a cape, his pants on the floor. His eyes were closed.
“Fuck, that feels good,” the guy ground out.
The live sex show was turning grumpy Addison into lust-filled Addison. As desire ripped through her, she peered over at Hawk. He slid his gaze to her. Her insides roared to life, the thought of taking him into her mouth and sucking him off had her biting back a moan.
Stop! Get it together.
Pushing out those thoughts, she refocused her attention on the couple across the room. “Hey, guys.”
The man’s eyes flew open. “Shit, shit.”
The woman pulled off him, turned. “Did we run over again?”
Addison nodded. “Yeah.”
“Can I get a minute?” the man asked. “You know, to finish?”
“You’ve had an extra thirty,” Hawk replied. “Pull your pants on. You gotta go.”
“Damn.”
He rose, tugged on his pants.
“Sorry,” said the woman as the couple grabbed their plastic swords and shields before brushing past them.
With Hawk by her side, Addison followed them downstairs. The clubbers left without incident and they locked the front door behind them.
