Aria takes my hand. “One last time, are you sure? There’s no coming back from this…”
“I’m doing it,” I tell her.
“Then I’ve got your back, girlfriend,” she nods stiffly. “I’ll be ready.”
“Thank you,” I whisper and wipe the sweat from my p
alms.
I take a deep breath, fill my lungs, clench my fists to get them to stop shaking, and then I leave Aria behind in the bushes and take my first step toward the admin building and whatever awaits me after this.
I waive my keycard and enter the building, taking the path I know well now. Opening up the gym door, right on schedule, Digby is on a treadmill and should be finishing up any minute. I’m wearing a short, tight-fitting red dress with a plunging neckline and heels, which I’ll have to ditch quickly if things go according to plan.
Digby pulls his earbuds out and raises an eyebrow at me. Excellent, those earbuds are attached to his phone just as planned. I swing my hips and stroll toward him. I look like a two-bit hooker, which I think is exactly his type. He rakes his eyes up and down my body.
“My, my, what is this?” He asks pushing buttons on the treadmill to slow it down.
“Like what you see, sir?” I run my hands down the sides of my torso.
He steps off the treadmill and stands before me. A drop of his sweat hits my arm. Antibacterial soap isn’t going to cut it this time. I’ll need bleach. Industrial strength bleach.
“I like it very much, what’s the occasion, Ms. Mitchell?” His sweaty finger traces the neckline of my dress.
“We’re finally alone,” I run my palms up his disgusting wet tee shirt.
“Is that so?”
I nod and bite my lip. “Take me to your place, I can’t wait anymore.”
He moans at me and analyzes my face for a moment while fiddling with my hair.
Come on, you stupid little weasel.
In a second he grabs a towel from his treadmill, wipes his face off then throws the sweaty towel back on the treadmill and puts his phone and earbuds in his short pockets. Taking my hand in his, we’re off.
You don’t even wipe down your equipment, pig.
Outside, we begin the walk to his residence building. His hands are all over me. I giggle loudly knowing Aria is following the sound of my voice from the bushes. She’s sneaking like a prowler in case things go south and I need an emergency extraction. I’ll need her skills for our exit plan. God, how did I get so lucky rooming with her in college when everyone else got stuck with some psycho?
Digby lets us inside his building and I’m doing my best to keep an eye on that phone in his pocket without being obvious. His hands are all over my ass as we climb the stairs. My gut sinks as he opens his flat door and we step inside. This is happening.
Don’t delay, get to it then get out.
“I want you, Digby,” I lie through my teeth and wrap my arms around his neck.
“And what of my teammate, the disgraceful Mr. Gibbes?” He asks, squeezing my ass.
Shit, is he buying this? Ramp it up, Mallory. Fight.
“He’s humiliated me for the last time,” I look in his eyes and prey on his sick need to destroy Lennox. He likes that. I continue. “I know where my bread is buttered.” He smiles. He likes this game.
Please, Lennox, forgive me.
“He’s not half the man you are,” I reach down and cup his groin. Newsflash, Digby isn’t a quarter of the man Lennox is, by any measurement.
Digby hisses and his lips drop to my neck.
“Mmm,” I moan, “go take a shower so I can run my lips all over you.”