indeed. After last night, she wouldn’t be surprised. “I don’t suppose you’ll take it as a compliment?”
“Not likely.”
Matt took a breath and blew it out slowly, then he nodded once, tightly, as if he had come to a decision. “He won’t apologize, and I can’t do it for him, but if you ever talk to him again, ask him about Lisa.”
“Who the fuck is Lisa?” Jesus, if Johnny had a steady girlfriend, or a wife, she was going to kill him.
“You’ll have to ask him—not that he really deserves it.” Matt tugged a roll of bondage tape from the counter display and laid a ten on the counter. He caught her hand as she reached for the bill and placed a business card in her palm. “Give him another chance, Destiny. He’s different with you.”
She ignored the card. “I didn’t know pimps wore such classy suits.”
Her jab only made him shrug.
She handed him his change. “I’ll think about what you’ve said. Thanks for stopping by.”
His silvery eyes caught hers, held them as he inclined his head. “Thank you for last night. I’m sorry it ended the way it did, Destiny.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “I’m sorry too—”
Matt held up his hand. His polite mask dropped back into place. “You have nothing to apologize for, Destiny. Nothing at all.”
The bell sounded forlorn as the shop door swung shut behind him.
“He’s right, you know,” Bonita declared as she returned to Destiny’s side. “This is not your fault. You don’t have to hold your head high and carry on like nothing happened. Johnny Delcorral owes you an apology and an explanation, and you know it as well as I do. I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt for two reasons—the man owns a BDSM club with an excellent reputation, and his best buddy just came in here to tell you he’s acting like an asshole. Something is up with him, and I’d bet my new shipment of SoloPlay vibrators that you are what’s up with Master Johnny Delcorral. So what are you going to do about it?”
“Bonita, if I knew what to do, we both know I’d be doing it. I’m totally stumped.”
“Can I make a suggestion?” Bonita smoothed her blond hair away from her face, waiting for Destiny’s nod. “Honey, if you are going to foul out, take the other guy out of the game too. Go tear a couple strips out of him just to make yourself feel better.” Bonita’s bloodthirsty grin changed her whole face.
“I never knew you had a vicious streak,” Destiny said admiringly.
“Right is right. And wrong is wrong. Set him straight, sister.”
“Right now?”
“Why not? Crystal will be in to take over for you any minute.”
It wasn’t her fault. What a freeing concept.
Not only that, it was true. She’d been in no condition to behave logically last night, considering she’d just had her brains fucked halfway out of her skull. Johnny had left her high and dry. With a stranger. After working her over with a cane. In front of a crowd. And then double-fucking her. That was a big no-no in their world.
If Johnny had any hair, she should have grabbed it last night, dragged him back into the bedroom, then forced him to finish the job properly. Maybe she should have chased after him through the club. At the very least, she should have waited for him to return to his room so that she could kill him. It now seemed impossible that she had run away last night.
But Johnny had run first, hadn’t he? Why? Because of Lisa?
Destiny looked down at the card Matt had placed in her hand. Johnny’s Uptown, Main Street, Snyder.
The door of Johnny’s Uptown bar flew open.
He should have followed her home last night—or called, at least—but he hadn’t been able to pull his attention away from the club. Or so he had told himself. It was a lame-assed excuse, and he knew it. In fact, that’s why he’d headed Uptown today. Destiny wasn’t the wound-licking type, and he knew she’d come after him pretty quick. He had hoped to buy some time to figure
“Not likely.”
Matt took a breath and blew it out slowly, then he nodded once, tightly, as if he had come to a decision. “He won’t apologize, and I can’t do it for him, but if you ever talk to him again, ask him about Lisa.”
“Who the fuck is Lisa?” Jesus, if Johnny had a steady girlfriend, or a wife, she was going to kill him.
“You’ll have to ask him—not that he really deserves it.” Matt tugged a roll of bondage tape from the counter display and laid a ten on the counter. He caught her hand as she reached for the bill and placed a business card in her palm. “Give him another chance, Destiny. He’s different with you.”
She ignored the card. “I didn’t know pimps wore such classy suits.”
Her jab only made him shrug.
She handed him his change. “I’ll think about what you’ve said. Thanks for stopping by.”
His silvery eyes caught hers, held them as he inclined his head. “Thank you for last night. I’m sorry it ended the way it did, Destiny.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “I’m sorry too—”
Matt held up his hand. His polite mask dropped back into place. “You have nothing to apologize for, Destiny. Nothing at all.”
The bell sounded forlorn as the shop door swung shut behind him.
“He’s right, you know,” Bonita declared as she returned to Destiny’s side. “This is not your fault. You don’t have to hold your head high and carry on like nothing happened. Johnny Delcorral owes you an apology and an explanation, and you know it as well as I do. I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt for two reasons—the man owns a BDSM club with an excellent reputation, and his best buddy just came in here to tell you he’s acting like an asshole. Something is up with him, and I’d bet my new shipment of SoloPlay vibrators that you are what’s up with Master Johnny Delcorral. So what are you going to do about it?”
“Bonita, if I knew what to do, we both know I’d be doing it. I’m totally stumped.”
“Can I make a suggestion?” Bonita smoothed her blond hair away from her face, waiting for Destiny’s nod. “Honey, if you are going to foul out, take the other guy out of the game too. Go tear a couple strips out of him just to make yourself feel better.” Bonita’s bloodthirsty grin changed her whole face.
“I never knew you had a vicious streak,” Destiny said admiringly.
“Right is right. And wrong is wrong. Set him straight, sister.”
“Right now?”
“Why not? Crystal will be in to take over for you any minute.”
It wasn’t her fault. What a freeing concept.
Not only that, it was true. She’d been in no condition to behave logically last night, considering she’d just had her brains fucked halfway out of her skull. Johnny had left her high and dry. With a stranger. After working her over with a cane. In front of a crowd. And then double-fucking her. That was a big no-no in their world.
If Johnny had any hair, she should have grabbed it last night, dragged him back into the bedroom, then forced him to finish the job properly. Maybe she should have chased after him through the club. At the very least, she should have waited for him to return to his room so that she could kill him. It now seemed impossible that she had run away last night.
But Johnny had run first, hadn’t he? Why? Because of Lisa?
Destiny looked down at the card Matt had placed in her hand. Johnny’s Uptown, Main Street, Snyder.
The door of Johnny’s Uptown bar flew open.
He should have followed her home last night—or called, at least—but he hadn’t been able to pull his attention away from the club. Or so he had told himself. It was a lame-assed excuse, and he knew it. In fact, that’s why he’d headed Uptown today. Destiny wasn’t the wound-licking type, and he knew she’d come after him pretty quick. He had hoped to buy some time to figure
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