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Screw it.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out of the car, awkwardly adjusting my glasses and smoothing imaginary wrinkles out of my top.
“Let’s go buy some torture devices in Delilah’s name,” I say, not the least bit joking.
Knox chuckles. “Alright, ma’am. But I must warn you, some girls do enjoy being tortured.”
We’ll see about that. I’m going to get something with enough voltage to zap Delilah’s fake, cheating ass right off the face of this Earth so she doesn’t get to ruin Finn anymore.
Ever Heard Of Knocking?
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~~KNOX~~
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I must say, I did not expect Finn’s best friend to be this charming.
Finn’s always painted her as some awkward nerd.
But this?
This sharp-tongued, darkly dressed woman standing in the middle of the sex shop, casually discussing electrocution and BDSM gear with the sales rep, is not what I signed up for.
And yet… I can’t look away.
Her leather pants are sinfully tight.
Her dark boots are heavy against the polished floor.
Her blouse clings to her like a second skin, and those blunt bangs and glasses? They remind me of the dominatrixes in my club. All she’s missing is a riding crop and a stern command on those full lips.
I watch as she lifts a violet wand, a device used to deliver electrical sensations such as shocks.
“How dangerous is this?” she asks the sales rep.
“In what sense?”
“Like… would the highest voltage be enough to cause, I don’t know… electrocution? Just enough to zap someone’s soul out of their body.”
I nearly choke fighting a laugh.
“These devices are built to be completely safe,” the sales rep says. “They’re designed for sensory play, not… actual harm.”
Sloane sighs, setting the wand back on the display.
“That’s a bummer,” she says.
She turns to the sales rep with the most deadpan expression I’ve ever seen.
“Are you sure there’s nothing more deadly around here?”
The sales rep’s eyes widen. “Technically… if you think about it,” she stammers, “everything is potentially life-threatening, right? I mean… people have died from sneezing too hard.”
“So the answer’s no?”
I can’t do this anymore. The poor girl looks like she’s about to call security or faint. I step forward, sliding smoothly into their conversation.
“Pardon my wife,” I say, placing my hand at the small of Sloane’s back. I feel her stiffen. “She gets… intense sometimes. We’ Il take it from here.”
The sales rep all but runs away.
Sloane is staring at me strangely. It probably has something to do with me mentioning the word ‘wife’
“You know,” I say, leaning in close enough to catch her scent, “if you really want Delilah dead, you could just hire an assassin.”
“That’d be too obvious. They’ll track it right back to me.”
I smile. “Right. But if you do it right, they won’t.”
“Do you have a contact?”
I shake my head. “I don’t.”
“So you’re like a fake gangster?”
“Who says I’m a gangster?”
She eyes the tattoos peeking from my shirt. “You’re not?”
I chuckle.
This is going to be fun.
“Tell you what,” I say. “I’ll let you know as soon as I find an assassin.”
“That’d be very much appreciated.” Ever Heard Of Knocking?
I release her and start browsing the shelves, casually grabbing a pair of handcuffs, a leather paddle, and a silk blindfold
Thear Sloane following behind me.
“You seem well-versed in all this,” she says, “It’s as if you know exactly what you’re buying”
“It’s my line of work.”
She pauses. “You sell sex toys?”
“More like… I produce them. And I own a sex club,” I say, turning to face her, bracing for her reaction. Most people either get uncomfortably excited or visibly repulsed. Both reactions are tedious.
She just stares at me, face blank.
“You must be loaded,” she says.
I didn’t expect that at all. “Well…”
“Well, what, Knox?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
She frowns. “The fact that you’re not sure if you’re loaded means you actually are. Poor people don’t have doubts that they re poor.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep. You’re definitely loaded.”
I smile. “Okay, Sloane. Whatever you say.”
I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed talking to someone this much. She’s… different. Most people get all weird when I mention my line of work, my family included. But she seems normal about it. Like it’s just another job-which it is, albeit a lucrative one.
Which is probably why I can’t stop myself from asking what’s been on my mind for a while. “So… you and Finn. Are you two … a thing?”
Her face goes stiff.
“No.”
“Do you sleep together?” I ask.
“Hell no.”
“Right.”
She looks ready to murder me.
We check out the items at the counter, asking for them to be gift-wrapped.
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