Page 16 of Gluttony

“Bowie, it was a pleasure to meet you, but we can read a room and now know exactly what this is.” My attention is briefly drawn to the two women, and Madelina winks at Bowie, lightly tugging on River’s arm.

“If he ever does anything you don’t like, Bowie, here’s my number.” River hands Bowie a business card from her purse before glaring at me, using her two fingers to signal that she’s watching me.

I can’t help but smirk because I know her husband, and her threat is just as real as the air we breathe. In response, I nodrespectfully and they exit around the corner with a flourish, leaving Bowie and me alone outside the bathroom.

“We should get back to the others. They’ll be wondering where we are.” She steps forward to move but she isn’t getting away that easily. I stop her, gripping the tops of her arms and holding her in place.

“They don’t give a shit where you are because they know I came to find you. And when I go hunting, I always catch my prey.”

Her eyes widen at my statement, but there’s more than fear beneath the depths. Her skin flushes a light pink and my dick twitches when her little tongue pokes out to dampen her lips. With her heels on, her eyes are level with my mouth, but I want them on mine. Lifting her chin with my thumb and finger, I step into her, forcing her to step backwards until she hits the wall.

“What’s the real reason River called you Bowie?” Our bodies are pressed together, her chest heaving against mine and I know she can feel how hard I am against her stomach, but I want some truths. My dick can take the torture. Fucking thrives on it.

She shakes her head, frowning, as if she’s trying to figure out her next lie.

“Don’t fucking lie to me,Bowie.”

Her eyes flicker when I say her name, but she doesn’t flinch. Good. I can’t fucking stand pathetic pricks who whimper at the first sign of trouble.

“I…” She sighs heavily as her gaze finally settles on mine. “I changed my name recently so I forget sometimes. But if you had a full name like mine, you’d understand and you’d wanna change it for sure.” Her eye contact is strong, firm, and I can’t sense a lie but I still feel like it’s only a half truth.

Okay. So we’re playingthisgame.

“And what’s your full name? Because there’s fuck all wrong with Bowie. Bella sounds like a name for a fucking poodle.” I already know the answer, but she doesn’t know that.

“Do I have to?” She’s still frowning, causing a little line to form between her brows. I want to poke it…but I have to pick and choose which intrusive thoughts to act upon.

“Yes. You do.” I lightly palm her throat and rub my nose against the side of her face, inhaling her watermelon scent before pulling back a little to bore my eyes into hers again. “It works like this, Little Rabbit. I ask a question, you answer honestly. If I think you’re lying to me, I’m going to slice your porcelain skin…” I move my free hand down between her legs, lifting the skirt of her dress a little to pinch her inner thigh. “…Right here.” I bring my hand higher, surprised for only a second when I realize she’s not wearing any panties as I cup her pussy. “And when I fuck you here…” She’s so wet, making it easy for me to push two fingers into her, hard. “…I’m going to ruin you, destroy you, and make you incapable of using this pussy ever again. So think very carefully about the lies that drip from your tongue,Bowie.” Her pussy tenses around me as her hands come up to grip my shoulders, and just like with the kiss, I stop as quickly as I began. Pulling my fingers out of her, I bring them up to my mouth. She watches with rapt fascination, but instead of sucking on them like I really fucking want to, I push my them into her mouth. “Taste yourself. Maybe it’ll help you give me a truth.”

Surprising me yet again, she sucks and licks every inch of herself from my fingers. I can feel every swallow beneath my palm still against her throat and her eye contact never wavers. When I pop my fingers from her mouth, she licks her lips and raises her brows in challenge.

We stare at each other, in this same position, for I don’t know how long, until she finally backs down. Good. Because we could have been here all night.

“Fine. Ugh.” Her mood turns from lustful to pissed off, making me smile. “Bowie Diamond Glitter Jones. Bella was made up. And I lied on my résumé about college. I went to Florida. Okay? Can I get back to my job now or am I done?” The challenge from before is still there, like she’s daring me to fire her or be amused by the name. And I should…but I won’t.

These are things we knew, we just don’t know why. And she’s not holding them back so maybe it’s not as deep as Hayes thinks. I’m still on the fence. I hate liars but she’s confirmed Orion’s theory so technically, other than a few white lies, she hasn’t done anything wrong.

Yet.

“Go home, Bowie.” I drop my grip on her, resisting the urge to pierce her plump bottom lip with my teeth as she inhales sharply before pouting.

“So I’m done? You’re firing me for having a stupid name?” She brings her hands to her hips and scowls. It’s cute.

Narrowing my eyes on her, I lean in again, palming the wall to either side of her head and bringing my forehead down to hers.

“I’m not a complete cunt, Little Rabbit. I happen to like your real name, so shut the fuck up with that stupid shit. Go the fuck home.” I push off the wall and turn to leave, but just before I round the corner, I look back at her over my shoulder. “You started a thing with the scones. Don’t forget them with the coffee on Monday morning.”

Relief floods her body if the way she relaxes is anything to go by, so I blow her a kiss and walk back to the table. I’ll accept her reasoning for now, mainly because she intrigues me like nothing else ever has, but I know Hayes won’t. Once he has somethingin his sights, he’s relentless until he’s proven right. Which he usually is, annoyingly so.

The urge to chase after Bowie straight away is riding me hard, but I know I have to be patient. Working for my prey is half the fun. Instead of grinding my teeth, I pop a couple of Tic Tacs in my mouth and swirl them around with my tongue. They give me something to concentrate on other than the intense need to have her now.

The two sponsors aren’t at the table when I get back. Thank fuck. I was close to smashing a bottle in Jon’s fucking eyes for the way he was ogling Bowie. They’ve done themselves a favor by fucking off.

“Where are the sponsors?” I sit beside Hayes and grip my beer, chugging back the rest of the bottle before crunching on some more Tic Tacs because I need to calm my dick the fuck down.

“The escorts I hired for them turned up, took them to that club, Rapture, in SoHo. It’s a done deal. They’re in.” Orion holds up his glass of bourbon with a grin.

Hayes and I hold up our empty drinks in unison before we all bring them down. Orion is the only one to drink.

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