I step to the side when I notice the pool of blood closing in on my shoe. I pull the tie from my hair, fluffing my waves and giving me a sexy, beachy vibe.
“And the lipstick is still in place.” I chuckle. This stuff is the shit.
I wipe the gun down and toss it into the toilet before flushing. I look around to make sure I haven’t forgotten anything.
With that done, I step over the prone body and leave, locking the door behind me before I retreat down the stairs.
I pause before I round the bottom flight when I hear a sniff and a groan.
Peeking over the edge, I see the missing guard. His face is flushed and dripping with sweat as he grips his gut before cursing and running to the restroom.
As soon as the door closes, I jog down the stairs and make my way back to the bar.
A quick check of my watch shows me I have five minutes to spare.
With a grin, I push my way through the crowd and wave the bartender down.
Honey walks over with a sway of her hips.
“What can I get you?”
“Whiskey neat. And just a heads up, one of the toilets is backed up.”
She nods. “I leave in five. I’ll pass on the message.”
Code for: she’ll get the fuck out of here in five minutes and call Sugar on her way.
I tap the bar and wait for my drink, pulling a couple of bills from my pocket. I pass them to her with a keep-the-change murmur before I knock back my drink.
“Oh hey, I wasn’t sure if you’d come back.” The bartender walks over to us before waving goodbye to someone.
“I said I would, and since I’ve been dancing the night away, I’m buzzed and need an outlet.”
“Consider me at your disposal.” He grins, flipping the edge of the bar up so he can walk through it before slipping it back into place.
“Your place or mine?” He leans over and whispers in my ear.
Nobody comes to my place, and I’m not dumb enough to go home with a stranger who might live in his mother’s basement and wear her skin as a suit.
“I can’t wait. Come with me.”
I grab his hand and drag him through the club and out into the cool evening air.
The doormen nod in our direction with knowing smiles as I pull my bartender around the corner of the club and down the alleyway.
“You’re not planning on killing me, are you?” he asks, amusement in his voice.
“Not today, no.”
“Well, if you change your mind, I’m sure I can think of worse ways to go.”
I stop when we pass the dumpsters, putting enough distance between them and us so that the smell isn’t an issue. I pop open the button of his jeans and slide my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his hot, hard cock.
“Fuck,” he curses, pushing me against the wall, his mouth slamming down on mine as I pull him free.
His hands slide up my stomach, reminding me belatedly of the possible blood transfer. I push him back as I pull a condom from my back pocket and hold the edge of the wrapper with my teeth.
Ripping open the button on my pants, I shimmy them down to my knees.