Her finger, oddly delicate, raised to her plump lips, shushing me as we rounded on the last door, the only one that had been closed.
I nodded as she lowered the finger and raised a hand, silently telling me to back off, stay in place, that this was her job, her paycheck, her rep on the line.
A man could respect that.
Besides, I had a feeling seeing her in action would be all kinds of sexy.
She threw open the door, stepped in, then came flying back out, slamming the door, crashing back against it, body quaking.
There were a short few seconds of pure fucking panic at the idea that she was maybe crying before I realized she was trying hard to hold in laughter.
"Aw now I gotta know what that's about," I said, smiling just because her amusement was infectious as she pressed a hand to her belly, sucking in a deep breath. "On... the... can..." she started, breaking off on a choke before going on, "jerking... off..."
A chuckle escaped me at that, shaking my head. "Guess ya could say he's comin' and goin'," I said, making her double forward, slowly sliding down the door until her ass met the floor. "Oh, my God. Stop," she demanded, sucking in air as she turned her head to her shoulder to wipe away a tear that escaped the side of her eye. "Must be a ritual," she added, taking a few quick breaths, calming down. "He's got a flatscreen on the wall with porn playing."
"Yeah? What's he into?"
"From the looks of things... pegging."
"Nice knowledge of kinks there, Lou," I told her. "Ya ain't worried he might escape out the window?"
"I couldn't fit out that window, let alone him. Heya Nicky, why don't you get your ass out here and wash your hands so we can have a nice little chat?" she called, pushing up off the floor just a moment before the door opened to Nicky, every bit as large as Lou had suggested, red-faced in embarrassment, unable to even look her in the eye.
"What are you doing in my apartment?"
"Hand washing first, then conversation. I know where that palm has been," she added with a raised brow, making the redness spread down the man's neck. "Got any halfway decent coffee in this joint?" she asked as he turned around to wash his hands, the male moaning from his porn still audible, something Lou either didn't hear, or simply wasn't fazed by as she turned to walk back toward the main area of the house.
Figuring she was right about the guy being not able to escape, I followed her out, finding her reaching up into the overhead cabinets, her jacket and shirt inching up, showing off a sliver of her back and stomach, enough that I could see a lower back dimple from my angle, making all kinds of thoughts fill my head as I moved in behind her, pressing my pelvis into her ass, reaching to snag the bag of coffee she was trying to grab, pushed back against the corner of the cabinet.
"If I wanted your situation all up in my situation, I would have said so," she declared as I placed the bag on the counter.
"Aye? Then why is yer voice all airy, duchess?" I asked, ducking my head so my lips were near her ear, so close that a butterfly's wing couldn't fit between our bodies, but not quite touching.
I overestimated my charm.
And underestimated her willingness to use her body as a weapon.
I learned it a second too late as her elbow cocked and slammed back into the fleshy bit of stomach just under my lowest rib, missing the bone by the smallest of spaces, making me realize just how trained she was as my air knocked out of me, allowing her the room to whirl, slamming a hand into my shoulder, knocking me back into the fridge as I tried to pull in a breath.
"Ease up, Casanova," she told me, but there wasn't much fire in the words. "Perfect timing," she added as Nicky walked in, eyeing the door a bit wistfully, clearly knowing he wouldn't make it there before her. "Now, Adler here is gonna make us some coffee. Strong," she added, giving me a look, "While you and me have a little chat about friends. Namely, your bad choices in them."
"Listen, bitch..." he started, and before I could even shoot the guy a I wouldn't go there if I were you look, Lou's hand flew out, fingers closing in around his trachea, making his air choke in his throat.
"No, you listen, bitch," she said, but her tone was still light, conversational. "I am here to get some answers. You are going to give them to me. Now here is where I might say something like Unless you want my foot up your ass but judging by your choice in porn, you might be into that. So unless you want to know what a broken dick and penis cast feels like for the next six weeks, I suggest you sit your ass down, and start giving me what I want. Namely, Thomas's whereabouts."