Page 15 of Gluttony

Short Hair holds out her hand. “I’m River, this is my sister, Madelina.” Damn, good genes. Also, we could create our own Funky Names Society.

“Well, thank you for this impromptu lift-me-up. Best bathroom break ever.” We all chuckle at my awkwardness as I walk out of the bathroom, my brain trying to understand what just happened in there. Is it considered making friends? I mean, if I come back here, I may see them again and then we talk somewhere other than the fucking ladies’ room?

I’m confused because, besides Mickey, I don’t have a lot of friends that I made on my own. Everyone I know I met through him because I’ve always been too scared to create my own friendships.

“The fuck took you so long, Little Rabbit?” I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Hadley standing just to the side of the door, his jaw no doubt working Tic Tacs in his mouth.

I grin, kind of proud of myself. “I just made myself two friends.” There’s a strong chance I sound like an insane person.

“Did you, now?” With one forearm pressed against the wall, Hadley has me sandwiched between it and his hard, menacing body.

“Yup, sure did.” When I bite my bottom lip, his fiery gaze hones in on the move and I swear to fuck his dick hardens against my stomach. And here I thought Orion would be my easy in. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe…evil twin is the kind that falls fast and hard.

The door beside us opens and my newfound friends come out giggling.

River and I lock eyes before her gaze goes to Hadley. Then all Hell breaks loose.

“I hope you’re not being disrespectful in my hotel, Mr. Beckett. You know my husband doesn’t take too kindly to his patrons being harassed.” Oh, shit. Oh, my God. She’s a…Mancini?

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Hadley backs off a couple of inches and does nothing to hide the tent in his jeans. It’s a big tent. Like those family sized ones.

“Bowie, you’re okay?” Oh. Fuck. My. Life.

“Um…I…” My entire body goes full-on hot and I don’t need a mirror to know I’m red all over. My face, my neck, my chest.

“You can leave with me, you know?” Shit, my silence has alerted her but for all the wrong reasons. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m sorry. He’s my boss, I…” Shit, now it just looks like an HR problem. How did this situation escalate so fucking quickly?

“Bowie, huh? Didn’t see that name on your application.”

I am so fucked.

Chapter Eight

Hadley

“It’s my middle name. Sometimes, I prefer it.” The lie rolls off of her pink tongue too easily. I can’t decide if I want to fuck her or put her in the fucking ground.

“I get that, I used to use my middle name a lot too.” River laughs and draws Bella’s focus, but my eyes are pinned firmly onto my assistant’s head, silently demanding that her attention comes back to me.

But it’s not Bella, is it? It’sBowie. I was happy to believe Orion’s little fantasy, that this woman just had a simple name change and lied on her CV. But this fuck up…? Yeah…this puts me firmly in my twin’s suspicious corner.

“Oh yeah? What’s your middle name?”

The nerve of this woman. Bowie continues to avoid my gaze like the plague, asking River an inappropriate question. I can see how uncomfortable Bowie is though. The usual confident façade has faded a little and her nerves are setting in. I can tell by the way she’s breathing. It’s quicker than before, heavier. Not something everyone would notice, but I do.

“Rose. But it’s been a while since I last went by that name.” River happily answers as my patience wanes, my eyes practically burning holes into the side of Bowie’s head.

“That’s beautiful. Were your pa—”

“Enough stalling, Little Rabbit. We need to talk.” I’m done with the platitudes and friendly conversation.

Gripping the back of Bowie’s head, I crunch and swallow down my Tic Tacs as I force her to face me before slamming my lips against her bright-red ones. I’ve wanted to do this since she had them around Orion’s cock, and she doesn’t disappoint. There’s no cowering, whimpering, or holding back, she’s all in, meeting all of my demands with ones of her own. Tongues, teeth, lips, nothing is out of bounds and it feels fucking delicious. Dangerous.

Her watermelon scent surrounds me, enveloping me like a cocoon of lust. She’s so responsive, so needy. Fucking perfection.

With her thick red curls in my fist, I tighten my hold and pull her head back, ending the kiss just as abruptly as it began. I don’t mind an audience, but I’m very aware the one we have right now is more powerful than it seems. What I want to do to Bowie should not be played out in a hotel owned by the New York mafia, and definitely not in front of the don’s wife and sister.

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