“Hey,” I called, walking over to her. I took a few deep breaths and caught Cole sucking his finger, laughter clearly in his eyes.
Lacey turned and waved. “What up, girl!”
“Are you drunk?”
“A little drunk, yes. I am drunk.” She walked over, a little unsteady on her feet. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since she had gone inside, but she must have done some serious work to get a strong buzz on so quickly.
I laughed and shook my head. “How’s it going in there?”
“Oh yeah,” she said, like she was just remembering the whole reason we were there. “I got the scoop.”
Cole showed up behind me, his arms crossed. “Well?”
“Well,” Lacey said, “I went in there. It’s this, like, Republican fundraiser or something? Lots of old people. Everyone looks real fancy. Anyway, I sat at the bar, did a little flirting. Did you know that Ronald Reagan was a famous movie star before he was president?”
Cole stifled a laugh.
“You flirted with old people?” I said, surprised.
“No!” she replied quickly, laughing. “No, with the bartender. He’s real cute. Anyway, eventually I told him that I was looking to hire someone on his staff to take pictures for a magazine that I work for.”
“Smart,” I said.
“I know. And he was all like, ‘oh, we don’t do that here, blah blah blah.’ I flirted some more, and eventually he admitted that this one waitress did that stuff sometimes, but not often.”
“And?” Cole grunted, eager.
“Well, apparently she quit not too long ago. Here’s her name.” She handed me a little slip of paper that I pushed into my pocket.
I gave Cole a look and he nodded.
“Thanks, Lacey,” I said. “You’re incredible.”
“Yeah, I really am. Anyway, I’m going back in. I think I’m going to get that guy’s number?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Lace, we’re going to head out.”
“Cool. I’ll call a cab.”
Cole gave me an amused look, but I just shook my head. “You’re insane, you know that?” I said to her
“Yeah, bitch, but he’s so cute!”
She hugged me and then turned and walked back toward the entrance. I waved to her and she waved back, disappearing inside.
Cole stared at me, and I just shrugged. “I guess she’s having fun in there.”
“I guess so.”
We looked at each other and then burst out laughing as we walked back toward the car. I was elated and excited all at once. Finally, something was going our way.
We had a lead.
12
Cole
I wanted to rush right out there, track the waitress down, and bust through her door, but Alexa talked me out of it. Apparently you can’t just intimidate everyone around you. Apparently the world doesn’t work that way. At least according to Alexa, anyway.
My world worked that way. Everyone else was just catching up.
Instead, we were going to sit and think for the night. At least, that’s what she was going to do. As soon as we were home, the feel of Alexa’s pussy still fresh on my fingers, I followed her up to her room.
I couldn’t get that noise she made out of my head. It was half whine, part whimper, and all fucking sexy as hell. It drove me crazy the way her body responded to my every touch.
But as soon as we were home, it was like the damn spell was broken.
“No way,” she said as she went into her room.
“No what?”
“Forget about what happened out there. That was a mistake.”
I laughed at her, shaking my head. She was completely unbelievable.
“After all this, you’re still saying it’s a mistake? Your body disagrees with you.”
“Yeah, well, my body isn’t always right.”
My grin got bigger. “So you admit you’re fucking wet for me constantly? That you can’t be near me without wanting me to sink my cock deep between your legs?”
“No!” she said quickly. “That’s not what I’m saying,”
“What are you saying then?” I said, practically a whisper. Her mouth hung open, and I could tell she was frustrated.
“I’m saying that, uh, I’m saying that you’re an asshole.”
“Clever.”
I could practically smell the desire on her.
“Just go do some sit-ups or something,” she mumbled.
“We got interrupted. I was just about to let you come nice and hard on my fingers. Now you want to stop?”
“Look,” she said, pushing her door shut. “We’re married. We’re stepsiblings. We’re being blackmailed. Do you really think it’s a great idea to get involved?”