“I got sick of waiting for you to come home.” He runs a finger through my hair and scowls. “You look beautiful as a redhead, but it’s not nearly as silky as your real hair.”
Marcus steps in closer to Maren and whispers something in her ear that makes her blush. Walker seems unfazed by the action.
“Did you know about these two?” I wave my finger between them.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s none of my business.”
“Our best friends are dating, and it’s none of our business?”
“Emi.”
“Kelly,” I correct him. “I’m Kelly, and she’s Donna.”
“Where did you come up with those names?”
“90210.”
“For God’s sake.”
“Lower your voice.”
“We have movement.” Maren nudges my knee.
I peep past Walker and see Della and the guy disappearing down a hallway.
“I’ll check it out.” I scoot off the bar stool and get my purse.
“Where are you going?”
“To the ladies’ room, and while I’m at it, I’ll see what’s down that hallway.”
“You’re not going alone.”
“Sweetie, it would look very odd for you to go to the bathroom with me. I’ll be back in a jiffy. Have a seat and pretend you two guys are trying to pick us up.”
“Good luck with that. Remember, there’s a rock on your finger.” Maren wiggles her ring finger.
“Hey, aren’t you that detective that was on TV?” A man walking by stops, asking his question to Walker.
“He sure was!” I chirp and slide by him, discreetly pinching his butt.
I hurry out of his reach and down the hallway. There are several doors, but I don’t have to search for long before a purring moan comes from behind one of them.
Well, shit, how am I supposed to get pictures?
“You like that, Della? You like my fingers in your pussy? Ride my hand, baby, ride it hard,” the man demands. “That’s it, clench harder.”
“Stop fucking around, Damon, and get me off.”
“Oh, I’m gonna get you off, then I’m taking you home and fucking you until you admit this pussy belongs to me.”
“Yes,” she groans.
“You’re gonna take my dick all night long, you hear me?”