Page 121 of Dirty Roulette
“You gonna get fucking naked or what?”
“Oh my god, come on let’s have a drink. I’m a foreplay kinda girl.” She plops on the bed, leaning back with her arms, and crosses her legs.
“Fuck... I’m gonna need a drink with you.”
“That sounds perfect. Can you make me one of those blended daiquiris with every type of fruit you have in the freezer? Maybe bring some of that fruit back here, and I can eat it off your dick.”
What the hell, Naomi? I said seduce him. Do the kissing, grab his penis, and get him in the mood. Don’t make it shrivel up that he kicks you out of his room before I can break in.
“Okay... just be naked when I get back.” He leaves the room. Naomi tip toes to the door to peek out and see if the coast is clear, and accidentally trips on a loose sock like it’s a banana peel. She falls into the door frame, tumbling to the floor and making the door slam shut. The sound could be heard miles away.
“What was that?” Brody hollers from the kitchen.
“Nothing, I’m just getting undressed for your sexy ass!” She holds her nose as blood drips down her fingers.
“Seriously?” I whisper as I push the window open wider and slink in. The room is messier than Ryder’s and has about a year’s worth of garbage piled up. Wrappers and old food bags crumble under my feet as I uncover his computer desk. I pull out all the drawers, yanking out a million chargers and old phones, but no flash drive.
“Help me look,” I whisper, and she grabs a shirt off the floor, holding it to her nose. “It’s a flash drive.” I scurry around, opening every drawer in his dresser, and patting it down for anything hard.
I uncover a cock ring, and some sort of contraption I think guys shove up their assholes. I’m about to vomit. “Eww!” I throw it back into the dresser and slam it shut.
The blender is revving down the hallway. I leap over to his nightstand, but it’s a drawer stuffed with condoms and a Ziploc baggie of white pills. “Not what I’m looking for.”
The blender stops and the whirring of whipped cream gives me a heart attack. This place is such a mess it’s going to take me more than five minutes to locate it. Footsteps come down the hallway, and I’m a deer in headlights. “Fuck.” I race over to the closet and shut it as the door opens and Brody comes in with a pink drink.
His brows lifting in shock from Naomi’s bloody nose is priceless. He stands there for several seconds like he doesn’t have a clue what to say to her.
“Here...” She takes the drink from his hands and licks the whipped cream as if that’s how she is going to treat his dick later. But the dried blood still on her nose is not sexy in the slightest.
The dumb blonde turns to me hiding in the closet and through the slits, we make eye contact. Brody’s eyes then turn to the closet, and if the lighting is right, he’ll see me. Lord help me. Shit, I think she gave away my position. It will foil everything. I scoot into the darkness and the back of my heels hit something hard.
Looking down, there is a safe. Bending slowly, my knees pop louder than firecrackers. I mouthshitunder my breath. The sudden pound at the front door is right on time.
“Hey! Where the hell is my baby white chocolate?” Scottie P’s voice is loud enough to hear through the house. He bangs and bangs on the door.
“Who the hell is at the door now?” Brody puts his drink down and walks out of the room again. Trembling, I inspect the safe and the dumbass left it unlocked. When the pot of gold opens, there are three flash drives. The universe is on my side. I pocket all of them and slink out of the closet with Naomi’s eyes bulging out of her eye sockets, telling me to get the hell out of there.
I somersault out the window, dropping to the ground like a splattering scoop of melting ice cream. Nick is then bustling into the bedroom, and all hell breaks loose.
“White chocolate, what the hell! I know ya mad at me but come on boo!” I’m crawling through the grass like I’m in the middle of a battlefield until I’m cleared enough to make a break for it at the gate.
Ryder’s Jeep is at the corner of the street. He’s tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, and his entire face is white as a ghost as I’m sprinting down the sidewalk and leaping into the back seat like I’m dodging a bomb.
We watch Scottie P take Naomi out of the house and into his Cadillac. Ryder dips his head at me in the back seat. I pull out the flash drives from my pockets. “You found them?”
“Yeah! Checkmate!”
He visibly swallows, and lets out a long sigh, and his eyes are sad. “Okay...”
“Crab? Are you okay?”
“Yes cutie, I’m okay...” Ryder jimmies the keys of the Jeep and ignites the engine. “So we're going to give this to Mr. Clorox?” He narrows his brows at the name.
“Yeah, he’s at the gas station right now.”
“Then what?” Ryder peels out and we drive off turning the wheel as he swivels around the cul-de-sac.
“He’s gonna run me through how to hack this stadium.”
