Christian just waves his hand. “The girl is a nobody,” he says, his voice calm – even bored. “Just a stripper – that computer wiz, he had money for a minute. And expensive tastes, if you know what I mean.” A little chuckle goes around the table as I straighten and start to walk away, going slower
“Nobody did notice,” he growls, “they’ll think I’m going to the bathroom –“ “The bathrooms are in the other direction!” “Fine!” he snaps, grabbing a stack of napkins off a shelf. “That I came to get more of these! Who cares, Iris, everyone at that table is wasted – they won’t care!” “Put those
Andre gives me off lunch shift the next day since we were there until an insane hour, and when I meet Frankie in the kitchen yawning and seeking coffee, it’s far past lunch time. “I hate you,” Frankie murmurs, handing me my coffee as he rubs his eyes. “You’re throwing off my sleep schedule, Bambi.
“Oh,” I say, my eyebrows going up. I mean, it’s not that I’m surprised by my review – I know I’m doing well here, and I know Andre likes me. But – I didn’t know that Romano was checking up on me. “Thank you, sir.” “Come on,” he says, turning briskly away and moving towards the service area in the
“You see, Iris,” Romano says, subtly rolling his chair closer so that he’s looking up at me, so that it’s no big deal to take his other hand and wrap it around the back of my other leg, his fingers pressing into the soft skin of my left thigh. “I’m starting to grow fond of you. I’m wondering whether
Just as Christian does. “Wouldn’t you like to have some nice things all of your own, Iris?” Romano murmurs, using his leverage on the back of my thigh to pull me a little closer, to make me take a stumbling step towards him. “A nice apartment? Jewelry? A car? I could –“ My head snaps to the righ
“You should not be discounting Christian’s friendship, Iris,” Frankie growls at me, pulling me closer to him, even as I dig in my heels and throw my weight back. “Frankie!” I groan between my teeth, trying to be quiet and looking anxiously towards the office door behind us where there’s still a gi
On instinct I spin, gasping as I look behind me to see Frankie standing there, his arm stretched out straight, a pistol in his hand. He looks forward and I spin again, back towards the men in the masks. They’re flat on the floor, completely still, but my eyes widen when I see the pools of red spread