office. Now. And you need to get your security down here to keep this room sealed as well as the exits."
Dinah made a step toward the body. Stone stopped her. "This is a crime scene. Out."
She retreated with reluctance. Stone ushered me into the hall. I kept my head down. "Who are you?" Dinah asked.
"Never mind," Stone said. "She's not one of yours."
"Good thing." Dinah huffed. She locked the door, then handed the keys to Stone. As loud footsteps approached, she said, "This one opens my office. Hurry."
Dinah had already sent for security. She stopped them from getting close to us and began explaining the situation. Stone hustled me up a private staircase and into a private office suite that included a sleeping quarters and a fully appointed bathroom.
The air smelled of Dinah's exotic perfume, but the decor reflected the taste of someone more flamboyant, someone no longer of this earth. Her brother Jade. There was an anticipation here, as if each time the door opened, the room expected Jade would enter. Spooky.
Quiet.
"Sound proofed," Stone said, as if I'd spoken.
I nodded absently, drawn to a one way glass window with a view to the bar and dance floor. Dinah was on stage, speaking into the microphone. Wait people were distributing what appeared to be coffee to the seated patrons. From the few faces I could see, that probably wasn't going to make up for the evening being ruined.
I spotted Apollo sitting at our table, and once again, my knees felt weak with relief. I hadn't realized until this moment that some small part of me hadn't believed Stone's assurances that the DB wasn't my BFF. I'd needed to hear his voice, or to see him. His head was bent. Oh, my God, he was texting. I dug in my purse for my phone. I'd turned it to vibrate and it was doing a little dance in my hand.
"Oh, no you don't." Stone snatched the phone.
"Hey! It's Apollo. I need to speak to him right now."
"I don't care if it's your mother. You aren't speaking to anyone until I release you."
"I need released? I don't recall you taking me into custody."
His gaze turned possessive, the look so smoldering my toes curled. "Consider yourself taken."
"W-what about reading me my rights?"
"It's not official. Yet."
Yet? That didn't sound good.
"Wash your hands, fix your face, and don't even think of taking off while I'm showering."
Showering? I peeped in the mirror as he pulled down the top of his dress and yanked off the fake boobs, revealing his tanned arms and chest and a six pack that had a six pack. All sorts of tingling started in all sorts of intimate places, nipping at my resolve like ravenous little minxes. I turned on the sink, splashed cold water in my face, then caught another glimpse of Stone in the mirror. Ugly drag queen morphed into gorgeous naked male. He gave me a look what you're missing smile, then stepped into the shower stall.
I needed an MA meeting. Now. "I don't do men," I whispered as images of warm soapy water careening over the sharp edges and deep hollows and other more interesting parts of Stone's body sprang to mind. My hands yearned to trace those same body parts.
I felt the wagon I'd fallen off rolling over me and I relished the feel of the heavy wheels grinding into me, wanted Stone to grind into me. My heart raced, my breath was shallow, my resolve shredded. Oh, God, I wanted to shed my clothes, climb into that shower and let nature takes its course.
But the blood washing from my hands, turning the sink pink reminded me why we were in this bathroom together. My jets cooled in a flash-freeze, the sexual thoughts, if not the desires, relegated to a place I couldn't tap.
By the time Stone toweled off and dressed, I looked a lot more like myself than Dolly Parton, and Stone looked totally like himself, damp brown hair, smoky green eyes, and heart stopping smile. His masculine features made him an ugly woman, but as a man, on the McDreamy-McSteamy gauge, he was McSexy. Especially in a body hugging, navy T-shirt, worn
Dinah made a step toward the body. Stone stopped her. "This is a crime scene. Out."
She retreated with reluctance. Stone ushered me into the hall. I kept my head down. "Who are you?" Dinah asked.
"Never mind," Stone said. "She's not one of yours."
"Good thing." Dinah huffed. She locked the door, then handed the keys to Stone. As loud footsteps approached, she said, "This one opens my office. Hurry."
Dinah had already sent for security. She stopped them from getting close to us and began explaining the situation. Stone hustled me up a private staircase and into a private office suite that included a sleeping quarters and a fully appointed bathroom.
The air smelled of Dinah's exotic perfume, but the decor reflected the taste of someone more flamboyant, someone no longer of this earth. Her brother Jade. There was an anticipation here, as if each time the door opened, the room expected Jade would enter. Spooky.
Quiet.
"Sound proofed," Stone said, as if I'd spoken.
I nodded absently, drawn to a one way glass window with a view to the bar and dance floor. Dinah was on stage, speaking into the microphone. Wait people were distributing what appeared to be coffee to the seated patrons. From the few faces I could see, that probably wasn't going to make up for the evening being ruined.
I spotted Apollo sitting at our table, and once again, my knees felt weak with relief. I hadn't realized until this moment that some small part of me hadn't believed Stone's assurances that the DB wasn't my BFF. I'd needed to hear his voice, or to see him. His head was bent. Oh, my God, he was texting. I dug in my purse for my phone. I'd turned it to vibrate and it was doing a little dance in my hand.
"Oh, no you don't." Stone snatched the phone.
"Hey! It's Apollo. I need to speak to him right now."
"I don't care if it's your mother. You aren't speaking to anyone until I release you."
"I need released? I don't recall you taking me into custody."
His gaze turned possessive, the look so smoldering my toes curled. "Consider yourself taken."
"W-what about reading me my rights?"
"It's not official. Yet."
Yet? That didn't sound good.
"Wash your hands, fix your face, and don't even think of taking off while I'm showering."
Showering? I peeped in the mirror as he pulled down the top of his dress and yanked off the fake boobs, revealing his tanned arms and chest and a six pack that had a six pack. All sorts of tingling started in all sorts of intimate places, nipping at my resolve like ravenous little minxes. I turned on the sink, splashed cold water in my face, then caught another glimpse of Stone in the mirror. Ugly drag queen morphed into gorgeous naked male. He gave me a look what you're missing smile, then stepped into the shower stall.
I needed an MA meeting. Now. "I don't do men," I whispered as images of warm soapy water careening over the sharp edges and deep hollows and other more interesting parts of Stone's body sprang to mind. My hands yearned to trace those same body parts.
I felt the wagon I'd fallen off rolling over me and I relished the feel of the heavy wheels grinding into me, wanted Stone to grind into me. My heart raced, my breath was shallow, my resolve shredded. Oh, God, I wanted to shed my clothes, climb into that shower and let nature takes its course.
But the blood washing from my hands, turning the sink pink reminded me why we were in this bathroom together. My jets cooled in a flash-freeze, the sexual thoughts, if not the desires, relegated to a place I couldn't tap.
By the time Stone toweled off and dressed, I looked a lot more like myself than Dolly Parton, and Stone looked totally like himself, damp brown hair, smoky green eyes, and heart stopping smile. His masculine features made him an ugly woman, but as a man, on the McDreamy-McSteamy gauge, he was McSexy. Especially in a body hugging, navy T-shirt, worn
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