She gave me the briefest of glances and then stood up, the chair scraping across the ground, startling me. “Aren’t you in a relationship?” I asked, trying my best to not react to the woman in my lap that I hadn’t touched since she’d blown me in Vegas. I plopped into another wingback on the opposite side of a small table in front of Helen and answered the unasked question. She trailed her lips lower and started sucking on one of my nipples as if it would produce anything for her to drink. Natashya, on the other hand…
“This isn’t very monogamous behavior,” I said, working even harder to keep my hands in check. The collar around her neck stood out in stark contrast to the rest of the outfit. “This is just as much my mess as yours. “How long have they been gone?”
“About an hour,” Helen said, studying Natashya. Eventually, I pulled away from Natashya, turned, and slipped to the floor with my back to the desk as I tried to catch my breath.
