“Do you have to bring him up? I have enough on my plate for one night.”
“I don’t get it. Why are you so salty about the fact he wants to sleep with you? It’s not as if you aren’t attracted to him. I’m the one who caught you eye-fucking each other in the gardens. I’m sure when you meet up with your bestie, she will agree with my summation.”
“All you and Akari think about is sex, and for the record, I’m not going to just fuck anyone.”
Who was this Akari person? Nothing from Kasen’s reports mentioned anyone with that name.
“He’s not just anyone. You’re engaged to him, even if it’s fake. Why not get a few dozen orgasms out of him while you’re waiting out the year and change?”
I liked this woman. She was pleading my case for me.
“I’m not a whore.”
“Who says you can’t make him yours?”
That was a new one. Me being someone’s whore.
“You definitely got into the same over-sugared fruit juices Akari likes. Neither of us is going to be anyone’s whore because it isn’t going to happen.”
I may like this Akari too.
“You and this thing about finding the love of your life. Well, while you’re looking for him, scratch an itch.”
Her face reddened, and she looked around, glancing in the direction of her detail. “Seriously?”
Stevie folded her arms. “They are hired to only hear what we tell them to hear. Besides, it’s not as if your protection isn’t the first to know if you’re fucking someone.”
“You’re so annoying. Why am I even listening to this?”
“I’m only stating the facts. You’re way overdue. Maybe call Akari’s friend? I could have sworn you hit it off with that hottie.”
“You mean the singer from Onyx Stone? No way. I’m too jealous of a personality to have women throwing themselves at my man all the time.”
“I didn’t say marry him. I suggested you fuck him.”
“Okay. We need to change the subject. Let’s go find Akari before you try to hook me up with some random guy walking by us since you think I have cobwebs in my cooch.”
“You said it, not me.”
“Asshole.”
“No, that describes your fiancé. I’m your amazing and fabulous magic bodyguard.”
“Come on. I want to drink and dance. Tomorrow, I plan to do nothing but vet every last motherfucker attending the game next week. I’m never going to let my history with anyone interfere with business again.”
Nyx wearily set herself straight from the wall, adjusted her minuscule dress, and then stepped into the crowd with her entourage behind her.
I watched her disappear in the plethora of people, trying to process everything I’d just witnessed.
First, Olympia Nyx Mykos was a chameleon of the first tier, with the ability to play many roles. The evil, bloodthirsty mob princess sat right up there with the doe-eyed gardener I’d first set sights on.
Second, her ability with knives was laced in both truths and lies. Her reaction at the end conveyed how much she hated the role of bitch blade wielder but wouldn’t hesitate to use it.
Third, the nature nymph had a dirty little secret she’d engaged in from the time she lived in New York and had expanded her enterprise to Vegas.
And all arrows pointed to underground gambling.
Naughty, naughty.