Sissy went paler.
Shirleen was walking with us as we followed Hector. “I put clean sheets on the bed and when I found out that we might have a girl coming over, I went out and bought that movie 300 to add to the library in the safe room. That movie is great. I’ve watched it at least ten times. Hot, white boys in leather jockey shorts and red capes. And sandals! How those boys can make sandals hot, I do not know, but those boys kicked ass in those sandals. Blood everywhere. Heads flyin’ off. Have you seen it?” she asked Sissy.
Sissy shook her head and Shirleen linked her arm through Sissy’s.
“We’ll watch it together, like, right now. Part of my job description includes lookin’ after the prison… I mean, our guests. Lee won’t mind I watch a little leather jockey shorts action.”
Hector had disappeared behind a door. Shirleen pulled ahead of me, dragging Sissy with her, clearly keen on getting to her movie. Sissy looked over her shoulder, her face kind of scared, I smiled at her and waved as she and Shirleen disappeared in the door where Hector had gone.
At that moment another door opened and Luke was there. He looked at me, gave me a grin and I stopped.
“Hey,” I said when he made it to me.
“I see she made the right decision,” he replied.
“Yeah.”
His grin went into a full-fledged smile and not only because he was happy my bestest best friend was not going to disappear.
“So, this means you owe me again,” he noted.
Uh-oh.
“Actually I owe Hector more than I owe you. She was going to go back to Dom but he talked her out of it,” I tried.
He shook his head, clearly not agreeing with me.
Foiled!
I knew it was a long shot but he never gave me anything.
“Tonight, I call this marker or your punishment marker. Your choice.”
“Luke,” I said softly, not about to let him call any markers and definitely not letting him call the punishment one. I was never going to touch myself while Luke watched. I’d already gone way passed my sexual adventure boundary. Okay sure, one could argue that I liked leaping over that boundary. In fact this morning, about a nanosecond after Luke flipped me into the second position and slid inside me I decided that I was never going to have sex in any other position but that one ever again (until he did the third one, of course).
Still.
“Babe.” Clearly Luke was not about to be denied and, I could swear by the amused look on his face he knew my thoughts.
I crossed my arms on my chest. He gave me a half-grin.
“Lucas Stark, don’t you think that you –”
He interrupted me. “Don’t you have a gig to get to?”
I looked at my watch. It was well past six o’clock. We were meeting at My Brother’s Bar at seven for dinner and drinks before we went to the gig and I had at least an hour’s worth of Rock Chick on the Town prep work to do to my face, hair and wardrobe.
“I need to get home, like, now!” I said, bouncing in my Crocs.
Luke’s body shifted, his arm curved around my shoulders and he walked me down the hall, murmuring, “Let’s get you home.”
“Bye Sissy!” I shouted.
“Enjoy Stella,” she shouted back.
“Bye Shirleen!” I shouted.
“Don’t get shot at!” Shirleen shouted back.
“Bye Hot Bunch Boys!” I shouted.
No answer.
“Hot Bunch Boys?” Luke asked, pushing through the door into reception, his arm moved from around my shoulders to curl around my neck.
Oops.
In the immortal words of Britney Spears (or whoever wrote that song for her), I did it again.
Prudently, I decided after that to keep my mouth shut.
Luke let it go, we got in his Porsche and he took me “home”.
Which, by the way, was the loft.
Chapter Eighteen
Fight
We were listening to Stella and The Blue Moon Gypsies playing “Jessica” by The Allman Brothers Band. Indy, Ally, Jules, Daisy, Roxie, Jet and I were up front, right at the stage, shaking our booties like the crazy Rock Chicks we were.
Luke had taken me back to the loft and the minute the elevator doors opened I flew into my getting ready to rock preparation. Mace came over while I was in the bathroom laying on my Rock Makeup.
Before he left to do Secret Luke Things in the Night (his planned activities, I will note, he didn’t share with me but then again I didn’t ask, probably because I didn’t want to know), Luke walked into the bathroom, grabbed my hips, twirled me around, pressed me back against the sink and laid a hot and heavy one on me.
When he lifted his head, I asked (or more like mouthed, but with a bit of sound coming out), “What was that for?”