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The closer arm was broken on the door leading out of the coffee shop, and I caught it before the wind took it. It was a big metal thing that was never supposed to have been for customers; you could never see if anyone was on the other side.
Mihangel — that still sounded like a fake name — and I stepped out into the bright sunlight, and I was temporarily blinded, having come directly from the dim ambiance of the shop.
“Alice! Hey there!”
I knew the voice immediately, and I blinked and smiled as my best friend leaned in to give me a hug.
“Ivy,” I said, “Fancy meeting you here.” I luxuriated in her touch.
We moved to the side of the door, so that the people behind her could enter.
“What are you doing?” she asked, as her eyes followed to the man standing behind me. “Who’s this?” Her voice was syrupy now, with that lilt of sex that was both unmistakable and irresistible. Well, irresistible to me, and to men in general.
That was one of the reasons I loved her — she was already ready for a good flirt, and usually a good fuck.
“This is Mihangel,” I said. “We’ve just met, actually.”
A sultry smile spread across her face. “Mihangel, I’m Ivy. It’s a pleasure.” She reached to shake his hand.
He grasped her fingers and brought them to his lips. “I assure you, the pleasure is all mine.”
She giggled and made cute girly noises. “You’re Welsh?”
He smiled at her. “I am.”
Ah, so that was the accent I couldn’t place.
Ivy wrapped her arm around my shoulders and leaned in close, glancing back at him, that flirty smile playing across her lips.
“Alice, where do you find these good-looking men?” She blinked long, dark eyelashes at him.
I might be direct, but Ivy had a way of laying it on so thick, you could taste it in your mouth. “Well, actually, he catcalled me in street, so now we’re going back to his hotel room so he can give me a nice spanking.”
She laughed. “Really.”
“Yes.” I worked at putting on my best innocent face.
She let me go and sidled up next to him. “Really?”
Mihangel’s smile widened. “So she says.”
I feigned indignation. “Don’t you threaten me with a good time.”
“Hey, that’s my line!” Ivy said, pouting playfully. “You’re stealing my lines, now.”
“Oh, you know I learned from the best.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and brought our hips together.
Mihangel looked between the two of us, a hungry look in his eyes.
Perfect.
“So he’s going to spank you…” she started, stage-whispering into my ear while still watching him. “…And then what?”
“What do you mean, ‘And then what?’” I asked.
She took a long, appraising look at him. “You know what I mean.”
“I’m not going to fuck him, if that’s what’s you’re getting at. We’ve already discussed it.”
“Have you,” she said, not bothering to keep the disbelief out of her voice. “That seems a pity.”
“I know.” I looked at him, too, now. “But I want to watch that need in his eyes.” I buried my lips against the soft skin of her neck. “I want to watch him want it.”
Ivy shivered. “You’re a terrible tease.” Her words came out breathy, now.
“Mmm, he’s promised me extra.”
“I can’t blame him,” Ivy said.
She swatted my ass, and I giggled. “You deserve it. But –” she looked up at him. “If you’re not going to let him get a piece, then I might. Do you mind if I invite myself along, Mihangel?”
His eyes widened, just a bit. “I’ve never been to a town quite like this.”
Ivy grinned, hooking her arm against his elbow. “We don’t call it the land of entrapment for nothing, you know.”
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