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I smiled, cupping her breast and squeezed gently. “I’ll be there, whether you see me or not, Cora. Come for me twice on this chair. Two fingers, knuckles all the way. Deal?”
“Deal,” she sighed, burrowing her fingers into her juicy as fuck cunt and sloshing for me.
“Fuck you’re so good.” I wanted to watch her but I needed to sort my own shit for tonight. “Send me where I need to be for you, understand?”
“Yes, Valentine," she whispered, nodding as I set up her phone with video, streaming it live to myself so I could watch her finger herself until she came.
Christ, she was stunning. And now, she was mine.
CHAPTER SIX
CORA
Ismiled inanely at the media crew, pretending to laugh at yet another not-funny joke the journalist in front of me made and didn’t pretend to look for Valentine.
Not here. Still.
Or again. But Coach was, leaning his gray headed frame against the bar, looking completely out of place in jeans, a dark blue shirt and scowl that matched no one else in the club.
I couldn’t work out what was worse: the fact that Coach was left on babysitting duty for the night, or that after all the intimacy and show ponying that we shared earlier in the afternoon, Valentine stood me up.
That’s what you get for falling for your not-fling of two days, Cora.
The little voice in the back of my head promised me that I was insane for getting involved in the workplace romance—sexmance?—that I swore I never would in the first place. And of all Chimeras, I’d chosen Valentine. Or rather, he had chosen me.
I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted by that last or not, but here we were and… It appeared that I had chosen him right back.
More than chosen for the way that I ignored the media crew I had, somewhat stupidly, agreed to drinks with after my little performance outside the Chimera’s office this afternoon. Stupid, because Valentine had been in my space at the time and my brain refused to function correctly around him.
But also because I was supposed to be picking the brain of this group forwhythey had targeted the Chimeras when they had left the team alone for so long. Pure boredom? Collusion on a slow print week? I didn't understand it when the woman made no statement and all we had was Valentine escorting a woman, albeit battered, from the club. This club, as it happened.
I placed my drink back on the table and rose.
“Not thirsty?” Peatie, my usually-tame media spy, appeared at my side on cue. “Atmosphere’s a bit low for now. Should be pumping later!”
So was he—jacked up on something. The dilated pupils gave it away if his loud voice and hyper attitude didn’t.
I shrugged, needing to get away from him and this afternoon's bad choices as soon as I could. “Not right now, Peatie,” I muttered, pushing forward, between him and another journalist who watched me thoughtfully. A hand landed on my arm as I made my escape, halting me mid step.
I froze and looked back, pasting a fake smile across my face. “I’m just headed for the loo.”
“Sure. But you’re the girl who gave the speech this afternoon. That took some balls. Kudos to you.” He watched me carefully.
I watched him, back and very slowly extracted my arm. “Thanks.”
Peatie speed talked all the way to the bar where I left him, still chattering to Coach who looked like he was ready to rip[ me a new one. Even I wasn’t sure if Peatie knew the difference between Coach and me at this point.
“Where’s Valentine?” I mouthed to Coach, glancing over my shoulder as I scanned the club that was still sparsely enough populated that a giant hockey player couldn’t hide in the population.
I lied. Valentine would never hide in this crowd, or any other.
“No fucking idea,” Coach yelled in a moment of silence right between songs.
I closed my eyes and died a little death right on the spot. With my eyes still closed I turned around, hand headed for the toilets. One step and I ran smack into a warm, hard body, bumping my nose on what felt like a brick wall.
“Fu–ow,” I muttered. “Sorry.” I opened my eyes and sidestepped the blackout that refused to let me around.
“Cora. Where are you going?” An amused voice held me prisoner.
