“So have we,” I tell her, “but if we’re going to work together, we need those plans to mesh.”
"Alright," she drops the bacon to her plate. "I am going to your father's place tonight. I plan on letting him do dirty nasty things to me and that's where you come in. Get in that office and check behind the painting of his father."
It's like being hit by a fucking freight train. I've been looking for his vault for years and I narrowed it down to his office, I just didn't know where inside.
"How do you know that?" I ask.
"The last time I was there, he fucked me in the office, and I saw the painting. It was slightly off center which could happen, but it was the dust free bottom right corner that really caught my eye. Like someone keeps touching it on that exact spot, several times a day."
Fuck, she's good. I can feel my impression of her shifting in this exact moment and it's fucking shocking. Sure, I knew she could maim, fucking kill, and I knew she used her pussy as a weapon as well, but she was also fucking smart.
She just shaved off all the time it would take me to find the fucking vault in his office. I wouldn't even need the full ten minutes now.
My heart begins to race with excitement and before I can even fucking stop it, I'm launching myself around the table and crashing my mouth into hers. She tastes of salty bacon and something else entirely unique to her.
My tongue pushes itself into her mouth and she's moaning, clutching to the front of my shirt. I hear the clearing of a throat and finally snap out of my stupor, instantly pulling away from her mouth.
"Well," she runs a finger across her swollen red lips. "Three down."
"That's all you'll get," Blaze says, his voice dark and mean.
"Sure," she shrugs and starts back into her bacon. "So, good plan?"
"Yes." I sit back in my chair.
"Cool." She sticks out her hand, "someone pay me for the dress that Slasher over here destroyed. I need to impress big dick daddy."
And she's back to her-fucking-self.