Page 44 of The Virgin's Dance
Kristof’s shoulders slumped, and Boh put a hand on her lover’s arm. “Pilot, it’s okay. Kristof, I believe you had no intention to harm me. But we need to know who would, and despite the fact I think we all know who, I want to hear it from you.”
Kristof closed his eyes as Liz spoke up. “And I need to know whose urine you were using to pass the tests.”
“No,” Kristof looked up at Liz, his eyes calm now. “I was the one in the wrong. I virtually blackmailed the person into providing a specimen. I don’t want them punished. It’s on me.”
Liz didn’t say anything, her eyes hard. Boh sighed. “Okay, I’ll say what everyone is thinking. It was Serena, wasn’t it?”
Kristof sighed. “I can’t say for sure. But … if I was drugged with something other than coke, then yes, she is the only one who could have had the access to do it.”
“And she hates me.” Boh felt dizzy and Pilot steered her into a chair. Boh bent double, dragging oxygen into her lungs. “I just didn’t know she hated me enough to want to kill me.God.”
“Boh, I’m so sorry.” This was a side of Kristof had never seen before. “Look, I’m going to tell the police everything, do what I can to help. I’m not innocent in this, by a long shot, and I’ll take what punishment they give me and then some. Liz, I’m sorry. You, Boh, and the company deserve better than me.”
After Kristof had been taken away by the police, Pilot took Boh home. Blair and Romana came with them but didn’t stay long when they saw the lovers needed time alone.
Romana hugged Boh tightly. “Love you,” she whispered. “Get some rest.”
After Pilot kissed them goodbye, he closed the door, locked it, then came to her, wrapping his arms around her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good.” She leaned into his warmth. “I wouldn’t mind a soak in the tub. Come join me?”
Pilot brushed his lips against hers. “Just try and stop me.”
As they soaked in the warm water, Pilot washed her hair for her, massaging the conditioner into her long dark hair as she lay against his chest.
“In all of the confusion,” he said softly, “I didn’t tell you how beautifully you danced. I was blown away.”
Boh sat up, turning to smile at him. “You liked it?”
“Do you even need to ask? You’re a goddess, Boheme Dali, both on the stage and off it.”
She smiled and took his hand, pressing it against her left breast. “You have my heart, Pilot Scamo. Tonight I danced for you and you alone.”
They kissed, lips firm against the others and Pilot’s mouth curved up in a smile. “Boh?”
“Yes, baby,” she murmured against his lips and Pilot chuckled.
“If we don’t rinse your hair now, you’re going to be stuck with the conditioner in your hair because there’s no way that in a few moments we’re not going to be fucking.”
“Hah, convoluted grammar, but okay then.”
Quickly rinsing her hair, she straddled him. “Touch me, Scamo.”
His hand slid between her legs and began to massage her clit and she moaned, pressing her lips against his neck. Pilot slid two fingers into her cunt, seeking her G-spot, and she ground her sex against his hand.
Her own hands reached down to stroke his cock, so thick and heavy against her hand, her fingertip tracing a line over the sensitive tip, making Pilot shiver with pleasure. His free hand fisted her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her face down to his so he could kiss her, his tongue massaging hers. “I want to be inside you, woman.”
Boh grinned and they shifted so she could take his cock deep inside her, sighing happily as he filled her. They moved slowly, the bath water slopping around them as they moved. Pilot sucked on her nipples as they fucked and Boh closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sweet pleasure of it all.
Later, in bed, Pilot drew her close, his arms curving protectively around her. Boh closed her eyes but couldn’t sleep, too amped up by everything that had happened. Such a close call. He owed Lexie big-time for getting that knife from Kristof, but she truly didn’t believe Kristof meant to hurt her, no matter how high he was. Which left Serena. Boh was still in shock about the fact that Serena could go as far as wanting to kill her. Jealousy was a powerful thing.
Across the city, Eugenie listened to Serena’s excuses of how Boheme Dali was still alive and felt nothing but rage. “You stupid little bitch … you assured me this would work.”
“I did everything I was supposed to—and now I need you to come through. I have to get out of the city.”
“Not my problem.”
Serena hissed. “I could go to the police and tell them everything, don’t forget that, you stuck-up piece of crap. I’m sure your ex-husband would love to know you tried to kill his lover.”
