Page 54 of The Darkest Hour

“I arrived with him, but I was dressed as a man.”

“No.”

“Yes. Dreadlocks braided up and under a top hat. Mustache and beard. Fake bodysuit complete with a beer belly under a designer tux.”

“Clever. No wonder I didn’t see you.” He studied me. “Did Paris train you?”

“No. It was his uncle many, many years ago.”

Havoc's eyes narrowed slightly. “Yet. . .somehow Paris became your boss?”

“I would do odd jobs for him here and there.”

“Why do I feel like there is more to that story?”

“Well. . .we began to have a sexual relationship.”

Another dark chuckle left Havoc. “And I thought Paris wasn’t comfortable with pursuing his desires.”

“Well. . .you were half right.”

“How?”

“There was no emotion with our sex, not that I wanted love.” I sighed. “However, sex was always weird with him.”

“Elaborate.”

“Why?”

“There’s no TV out here, just the moon and rain, yet. . .I am more entertained than ever before.”

I swallowed down hard. “Paris liked to do this odd thing when we had sex, and it was always the same thing.”

Humor hit his voice. “Do tell.”

“He always wanted me to dress up in a nun outfit.”

“High-collared dress, down to the ankles, and veil?”

“All of it.”

“Hmmm.”

I quirked my brows. “What?”

“That sounds sexy.”

“It was strange and. . .even more. . .he would never want me to take the nun outfit off or take his clothes off either. We had sex completely clothed. He even kept a hat on.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, exactly what I said. We would be completely clothed, and he would just pull up my dress, slip my panties to the side, and unzip his trousers, while keeping his waist band still buttoned.”

To my shock, laughter escaped Havoc, rivaling the storm and thunder. Surely all the fish and other things swimming under us heard him.

I blinked through the raindrops. “You think that is funny?”

He laughed some more. “I think that is fucking fascinating.”

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