Heat: An Alpha Male Criminal Romance (A Hotter Than Hell Novel Book 1) (29 page)

“It’s polite to knock,” I tell her. “I’m living here now, and if you choose to walk in without being invited, the guards will not be opening the gate for you.”

If looks could kill. I hold back a smirk. Danita doesn’t deserve my time. The eyes of the girls behind her have grown twice their size.

She lifts her hands and examines her fingernails like they might have a chip. Very off-handed she throws out, “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, chiquita.” She peers back at me. “Playing dress up to act like a military wannabe is not a good look on you.”

The girls titter. Too bad I know I’m the bomb in this outfit. I cross my arms and widen my stance. “It’s okay if this outfit doesn’t do it for you, chiquita.” I put quite the emphasis on the last word. “If shit goes down tonight at your meeting, be careful, and protect your fingernails so you can scratch your ass. The stick you have up it must get irritating from time to time.”

Danita takes a step toward me. Her girls go silent and I feel Moon’s presence. He places his arm around me and pulls me in close. “Danita.” That’s all he says before he kisses my cheek and places a hand at my waist.

“You have things square with your team?” I ask. I’m incredibly worried about him and his meeting with Estephon.

“Yea, baby. You have the inside with two guards in the security room. The house will remain locked down until I’m home.” He looks over my shoulder when the front door opens. It’s Gomez. The meeting is in Tucson where Moon has a large contingent of men who work for him. Tucson is more than a two-hour drive from here. Moon will be too far away from me if shit goes down, and I don’t like it. If it weren’t for Lupe and Gabriella, I would make it very difficult for Moon to leave me behind.

Gomez and Danita are waiting on Moon. He won’t be rushed. He pulls me in close and whispers in my ear. “I’ll call as soon as I can. Be safe, Madison.” He moves from my ear, his lips sliding across my skin until he takes my mouth. The kiss is deep with nothing sweet about it. Moon is staking his claim so every woman in the room knows I’m his. Funny that he would do this with women when usually it’s men who would tip an alpha male into such a display. He knows these women, so I trust that his claim will make tonight easier and not harder.

He releases me and walks to his aunt. He’s in another designer suit. His dry cleaning bill must be outrageous. His aunt takes his arm and gives me a killing glance over her shoulder. Gomez winks at me, and then the three of them walk out the door. I watch Moon’s nice ass the entire way. The door closes and the electronic security locks slide into place.

I look at the girls and as a group, they release their breath. The striking and tall black woman, who gave me the wink poolside, walks forward. “I’m Corinthia, the girls call me Cori. We’ve brought dice and score sheets for an all-night game of Zilch. You play?”

“Zilch?” This is not what I expected. A movie or two, maybe.

“It’s a good way to kill time and win or lose a little money. It’ll cost you about three bucks in quarters if you lose. If you win, you take home between ten and twenty. We’re high rollers and take Zilch seriously.” Her teeth flash in a genuine smile.

I was prepared for a cat fight, complete alienation, or stare downs… maybe. Camaraderie, no. I’m in if they play nice. The other women are watching our interaction closely. “Someone will need to teach me, and I’ll only play if Lupe and Gabriella are included.”

Cori’s laugh is sensually husky. She’s amazingly beautiful and it’s hard to believe she sells her body. I can’t help but wonder what her story is. She stops laughing and continues, “I don’t know Lupe, but if you can talk Gabriella into coming anywhere near us, you’re my new sister. We’ll set up in the dining room if you don’t mind?”

“Perfect. I’ll go speak with Gabriella and Lupe.” I ignore the other women and head to the kitchen.

Gabriella and Lupe are sitting at the table. I sit down with them and place my face in my hands for three seconds before lifting my head. “The wicked witch is gone. Her tribe wants to play a game called Zilch and they’re setting up in the formal dining room. I’ve been asked to join them, and I’m inviting the two of you to play also.”

Gabriella’s string of Spanish is fast and loud.

“Please,” I say as I hold up my hand and lower it quickly when I see the look in her eyes. “This keeps them all in one general location, which is safer. I’m not asking you to make friends with them, just kill some time.”

Lupe looks excited and Gabriella looks plain mean. It’s hard to believe they’re related. Gabriella stands, sweeps her hands up, and gestures around the kitchen. “I do not want them in here. I will provide refreshments for the evening. Lupe can help serve. My brother would never forgive me if I allowed her to associate with those… women.”

Lupe shrugs. It’s obvious she had little hope of joining us.

“If you could set the refreshments up on the side table in the dining room that would be great. Please let me know when you go to bed so I know where the two of you are.” Gabriella showed me her living quarters earlier. She has a small apartment with two bedrooms. Lupe sleeps in one when she’s here. The door to her living quarters is on the other side of the laundry room, and I missed it when Gomez brought me through the garage the evening before.

I feel bad for Lupe as I walk past the dining room and head to Moon’s bedroom. He has a ceramic bowl in his closet with assorted change. Cori told me I need quarters, and Moon won’t mind if I filch a few. The man has spent a small fortune on clothes and other necessities. I take three dollars’ worth and head to the security room. I introduce myself to the two guys who took over for Cal and Philip. Their names are Jose and Rack. They look unsure over what to say to me, so I do the talking. “We’ll be playing table games in the dining room for the evening. I’ll tell the women they can leave only to use the restroom. If it gets too late, we will assign bedrooms upstairs and everyone will move up there. I will notify you when Gabriella and Lupe go to bed. They will remain in the kitchen with short visits to the dining room.”

“Gotcha, boss,” Rack says. There’s not a trace of condemnation in the word
boss
. Jose only nods. He’s not watching me as closely as Rack is. Where Rack is large and muscled, Jose is small, wiry, and geeky with his small wire-framed glasses. He turns around and begins typing something at his keyboard. Rack just smiles.

When I head back to the dining room, Lupe and Gabriella are setting up the promised refreshments. They’ve included several bottles of wine along with cheese, crackers, and fruit. There’s also a carafe of water. They leave without a word. I fill a wineglass with water and walk to the head of the table where the ladies left me a seat. Cori is sitting next to me.

“She served us food, which is a miracle, so I’ll give you props. Ladies,” she glances around the table, “the queen bitch isn’t here. Introduce yourselves and be nice at least until QB returns.”

They laugh and the tension leaves the room.

“I’m Angela,” the woman on Cori’s right says. She’s petite, Asian, and as beautiful as the other women. One by one they introduce themselves. A few give what I think must be their working names.

“Please serve yourself if you’re hungry. I ask that you don’t have more than a glass or two of wine. We need to stay alert. If something goes down, you’ll follow me to a safe location.” I sweep my eyes to each of the ladies before turning back to Cori. “Now teach me this game so I can pay Moon back his quarters and have a little change in my own pocket.”

Cori’s delighted laugh fills the large room. “She’s thrown down the gauntlet, ladies. Let’s show her that this is a game of strategy and luck and that there is nothing luckier than a room full of escorts with a night off.”

I’ve sat all night in a squad car at a murder scene to preserve evidence and played name that tune with another officer while he’s in his squad car on the other side of the scene. It kills time and keeps sleep from taking over. You also learn to stay alert and multitask while playing a stupid game that makes the boring hours pass quickly.

Zilch solves the same problem. The game is fun and challenging when I get the hang of it, and it’s a complete time suck. When I’m not rolling the dice, which isn’t often because there are nine of us, I check in with Gabriella and Lupe or Jose and Rack.

The women are funny, smart, and most definitely Zilch savvy. They ask a few questions about being a private investigator. The questions are general, and it’s like they’re afraid of offending me. I’m not sure who holds more weight in the escort business—Moon or Danita. I’m betting on Moon. Around five minutes to ten, two and a half hours after Moon left, I get a text from him.

The meeting goes down in five.

My heart rate ratchets. I send back a smiley face because I want all his attention on what’s going down at his end. Thankfully, my turn with the dice is coming up, which will give me something else to concentrate on. I peer down at the score sheet that gives the rundown for how many points are scored with three throws of six dice. It seemed complicated at first, but I’ve gotten the hang of it. I try not to think of Moon. He said the most dangerous time will be on his drive back through the desert after the meeting. It will be a minimum of three hours before he’s home and I know he’s safe. I throw the dice and eventually pass them along.

“So, is Moon as scrumptious as we’ve always thought he would be?” One of the ladies at the far end of the table is the one who asks this. I can’t remember her name. Coco or something like that. Talking stops and all eyes turn to me.

“That question means the girls aren’t keeping you at arm’s length,” Cori supplies.

“I share my bedroom activity and all’s good?” I fire back in a testy voice.

“Pretty much. Don’t you talk to your girlfriends about sex?” Cori adds.

Oh, boy. I have several choices. I don’t know if I want to be pulled in by this group of ladies. “I don’t have girlfriends. Not really any friends at the moment, and I like it that way.”

“You’re shittin’ us?” says the girl who asked about Moon.

I don’t think I can tiptoe around this one, so I throw it out there. “Before I was a PI, I was a cop for three years. A shoulder injury took me off the force. And to answer your first question, Moon is far more scrumptious than any of you could possibly imagine.”

I expected silence and I get it for all of three seconds. Cori starts laughing and the rest join in. I don’t mean chuckle, chuckle. I mean full out, wiping their eyes laughter.

“Danita will combust,” one says, and they all laugh harder.

“Please, I want to be the one to tell her,” another says.

“No,” Cori throws back at them. “I deserve to present this gift. Bat woman has stuck me with Mr. Hole in the Wall for three weeks now.”

Mr. Hole in the Wall?
I’m afraid to ask.

The woman sitting on the other side of me gives a loud theatrical shiver and clasps her arms around herself. “You win. It’ll piss her off so bad you’ll get to keep Hole for another few weeks.”

“Totally worth it.”

I’m actually smiling over their discussion. “It doesn’t bother you that I was a cop?”

Cori stops laughing and turns her full attention on me. “Cops don’t make a lot of money, but they do like to treat themselves every now and then. We have several regulars. Our service is discreet and cheaper than heading to Vegas. Blue dick is funny, though. They are quick and cheap. No messing around and spending extra. They aren’t the best tippers, either.”

She’s telling me that cops use escorts. My world is being shattered once again. “Please, no more. I do not want to know what cops do with their dicks on their time off, especially since it’s illegal.”

“They may not be the best tippers, honey, but it’s not all bad to have a guy who’s in a hurry,” this from a women several chairs down from me.

Their laughter continues and I moan. Loudly.

“Blue dick can be kinda small, though,” another one adds.

“Enough! I’m doing my rounds. No cheating, and please finish your conversation about blue dicks before I return.”

“We want to know more about Moon’s dick, so be prepared,” another says as I walk out.

I’m smiling because this night is going much better than I prepared myself for. I check in with Jose and Rack, who are fighting laughter. “You have sound in that room, don’t you?”

“We do, so please don’t talk about the boss’ dick if at all possible.” This comes from Rack.

I leave them with my cheeks burning and backtrack to the kitchen. Philip sits at the table eating and quietly talking to Lupe as Gabriella stirs a pot on the stove. The woman never stops. I’ll be surprised if she goes to bed before Moon returns home.

It’s going to be a long night.

Chapter Thirty-Three