Chapter 4
Jan slips back into the bar, catching my eye and distracting me from the fact that Tinsel just agreed to go back to my place.
He gives a subtle nod, and my paranoia is, for now, just that.
I exhale, relieved he didn’t find anything suspicious.
That would be a way to go, getting taken out when I least expect it.
There’s still something about her, something that doesn’t sit right—or maybe it sits too well.
“Where’s your coat?” I ask once her purse is returned without her noticing.
Her expression reveals her for a split second, looking sheepish and less confident. “I didn’t bring one,” she says, and her feminine voice is softer, cuter.
I stand, and she slides off her stool too. She’s short, maybe a foot shorter than me. I step to the table I’d been at before she arrived, and she follows behind. “Here.” I extend my black puffer coat to her.
“You stole someone’s coat?” she asks, sass dripping from her lips.
The mouth on this girl. I can’t wait to punish it, to fill it, making her unable to speak. “It’s mine. Put it on, and let’s go.” She obeys, sliding it on, practically swimming in it. “So tiny.”
She rolls her eyes, and I grab for her hand, leading us toward the door. “Aren’t you going to pay?”
“I own the place.”
“Sure.” She scoffs. “What time is it?”
I cock my brow. “You charge by the hour?”