Page 53 of Man Vs. Woman
Colt
“Our regulars, please,”Anna tells the bartender. She twists her body towards me once the woman leaves to make our drinks.
She crosses her legs, flashing the porcelain skin of her upper thigh at me.
Her legs are long and lean, and her body is toned, displaying her hard work and dedication at the gym. Trust me, I’ve seen her go beast mode before—it’s impressive.
She pushes her hair off her shoulder and fastens the clip in it. You can definitely tell she’s Eastern European. You know those girls—platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and a round face. She even has a hint of an accent, I think it’s Polish.
She’s attractive. And totally my type. But before you jump to conclusions and castrate me, baby, that’s not why I’m here.
“So, how’s it going?” I ask her, glancing at the folder in front of her.
“Hiram is quite an interesting guy,” She smirks. “And he keeps getting more interesting.”
“I fucking knew it! How so?” I ask, my fingers tapping on the counter of the bar, giving away my rising anxiety.
I knew Hiram was a shady fuck the moment the grease in his hair blinded me. And now I have proof. Well, maybe, according to what she’s insinuating. And after his little fake protest and media stunt, I’m all in with burying the fucking asshole.
And that’s why she’s here.
Anna is the best damn private investigator in the Tri-state area. I’ve never had to use her before, but I know people who have, and they wouldn’t go to anyone else.
CoughDominiccough. And, you know if he trusts her to handle his business—the less legitimate ones—than you know she’s a woman to have in your corner.
“Here,” she slides me the folder, “this is my brief.”
I shuffle through some of the papers, glancing over them quickly as the bartender hands us our drinks over.
“Thank you,” Anna says, and a sparkle in her eye catches my attention. “For your trouble.” She passes a twenty and a cocktail napkin to the woman in a black velvet vest. I peak at it, interested to see why she’s giving her a napkin. Not a currency I’m used to, but I think I know this move. I’ve been paid in cocktail napkins before. I see a number scribbled on it with an imprint of her red lips kissing it.
Ah, classic move. Good work, Anna.
I smirk, and she does a double-take, noticing that I’ve caught her red handed.
“Hey, a girl has needs.”
“I didn’t say anything,” I laugh.
See, I told you, baby. Nothing to worry about here. Not only am I hiring her for her services—and no, not sex, you perv—but she’s a lesbian. Everyone knows I’m a fucking godsend. I said this before, I’ll say it again, I am the embodiment of a woman’s wet dream. But not hers. She likes to dive into the deep, salty waters like I do.
And, I also have a woman who puts all others to shame. My Goddess. I’m not saying we’re walking down the aisle anytime soon—hold your horses—but why would I want anything else if I already have the finest piece of ass? Sorry, she’s more than that.
She’s the whole fucking package. And, she’s mine.
“All set?” Anna asks me, and I look over some of the papers again. I got distracted thinking of Serena, so I need to re-read it.
“Looks good to me. Can’t wait to sit down and read it more thoroughly.” I look back up at her and grab my drink. “Thank you.”
I cheer with her and we both take a generous sip.
“I’m glad you called,” she says with a nod.
“I’m glad I’ll be able to fucking destroy this guy.”
She laughs and steps off her stool. “And we will. Let me know if you need anything else. You know how to contact me.”
“That I do.”
