Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 195
When she looked back at me, her voice was low. “I forgot how good it was.”
I wanted to gloat, but I knew Chloe wouldn’t respond well to that, so I just nodded and took a sip of beer.
“I didn’t know you were into girls,” I said.
“Jesus Christ.” The glare she threw me could’ve knocked over a grown man.
I held up my hands defensively. “Hey, I’m just saying… I wasn’t the only one in there.”
If my memory served, I was pretty sure Chloe, the mystery woman in the closet, had gone down on Charity. I knew for certain that they made out..
“I’m not.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
“There’s a few women,” Chloe said, “that I wouldn't mind hooking up with.”
“Charity is one of them?”
She met my gaze. “I would wreck that girl if I had the chance.”
“Damn,” I said, my imagination going wild—Chloe and I spending a sleepless night with my submissive little PR girl between us.
Instant Boner.
“Just Charity?”
Chloe shrugged.
“I would've thought that if you were into anyone, it would've been Tara, as fit as she is.”
“She's hot,” Chloe said. “I wouldn’t kick her out of bed. Almost too perfect, though.”
“Hm.” I let my head fall back against the couch cushion, wondering how the hell a woman could be too perfect to spend the night with.
And then a memory resurfaced.
“Remember when we toured the plane?”
Her face contorted into a frown. “All too well. Someone pulled a gun on you in that cafe.”
That was a sore point for her, so I moved past it. “You left me alone with Helen and Erin in one of those back rooms.”
“Yeah. You were getting handsy. Figured you needed some space.”
“They were talking about you joining the three of us.”
“They can keep talking.”
“Not interested?”
“Erin's an oversexed brat—worse than you, sometimes. I respect the hell out of what she does for you, but half the time I want to put her over my knee and beat that ass until I've wiped that smug look off her face.”
That caused another image to drift through my mind—one I didn’t mind at all.
“What about Helen?”
“Helen’s a bitch.”
I nearly spit out my beer, pressing my mouth to my arm to keep it in. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
“I know,” Chloe said, practically reading my mind. “I sound like a hypocrite.”
“A self-aware one, at least,” I said.
And then, for the next ten minutes, we did what we did best—sat next to each other in complete silence.
Well… second best, if you count those cozy nights in Norway.
The rain thickened, turning into a steady, heavy curtain.
Finally, I spoke. “Chloe, what if I’m too soft for all this?”
“Get tougher.”
“Easier said than done.”
“You managed in Norway.”
I stared into my bottle. “You were there to protect me the entire time.”
“Marcus, you were shot at more in five minutes than most people are in their entire lives, and came out in one piece. With Tanaka.”
She gave me a hard, unwavering stare. “You saved my life right after the crash, too. Only three people can say that. You’ve got it in you. Give yourself some credit. I do.”
I stared at her, unsure what to say.
She stood, tossed back the last of her beer, then set the empty bottle on the couch. “I’m getting some shut-eye.”
As she turned, I called out, “Chloe?”
She paused and looked back.
“What would you do… if you were me?”
“I’d murder Ryo and Hiro. Then I’d make Sachiko one hell of an offer so she’d back off and stay away, and if she didn’t…” Chloe made her finger into a gun, pointed it at me, and mimed shooting it.
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