Page 60 of Destined Dawn
“But we have to let her know what’s happened. She’s waiting for us. She’ll be worried.”
“Rhianna,” he says, “Winnie is an intelligent woman. When we don’t show up, she’ll conclude things didn’t go to plan and she’ll get herself to safety. You don’t need to worry about her. And there’s nothing we can do about it right now anyway.”
Little rabbit worries at her lip but nods.
Then she spots a rack in the middle of the room, clothes hanging in a row. Suits and dresses and all that shit.
She walks straight there like a homing pigeon and starts running her hand over all the material.
“These are beautiful,” she mutters, “how am I going to choose which one to wear?”
“You look good as you are,” I tell her. She looks at me like I lost a screw in my head. “What? You do!” I say stalking towards her as I lick my lips. I’d like to lick all that sea salt off her body.
She holds up her hand to stop me.
“They’re holding a feast. In my honor!” she says, sounding sort of wonder-struck – same way she sounded when I fucked her. “And we only have an hour to get ready. No time for funny business.”
“There’s always time for funny business,” I mutter.
But she picks up a handful of her hair and scowls at me. “Do you have any idea how long it’s going to take to untangle my hair?”
I roll my eyes and click my finger, leaving her hair combed and tangle-free.
She stares at me, eyes somehow even rounder. “How the hell did you do that?”
“My mom.” I yawn and fling myself down on the nearest soft chair. “She used to get me to do her hair.”
“You?” the were asks, coming to look at the clothes. “Do hair?”
I shrug again. It’s hardly a big deal. “Yeah. I can do those fiddly braid things,” I spin my finger over my head to indicate my meaning, “and waves and shit.”
“Makeup?” the Kennedy boy asks with what I think is a piss-taking grin.
“No, she didn’t like me touching her face.”
The smile vanishes.
“Will you do my hair for me?” little rabbit asks.
My face screws up.
I haven’t done hair for a long time. And I don’t like thinking about those times, even if they come barging into my head anyway.
But it’s little rabbit asking. And so I can’t say no. Especially when I picture her hair wound tight around my fist. Fuck yes!
“Okay,” I say slowly. “But what are you going to do for me? Suck my cock?”
“Behave, Barone,” Birdman mutters, strolling over to the rack of clothes as well.
The were-boy pulls a hanger off the rack and admires the black suit hanging from it.
“They must have known we were coming. There’s one in each of our sizes.”
“I’m not wearing one of those monkey suits,” I say, swinging my legs. No one’s ever cared what I’ve worn before.
Little rabbit looks up from the puffed-up skirt she’s examining, eyes drifting back to me.
“I think you’d look really handsome in a suit, Renzo,” she says.
