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any man can do
that. I’m a real pussycat between the sheets. Don’t even use my claws.”
    “You’re sexy when you lie.”
    Finally giving me a fucking smile, Minka kicks my
leg and then stands up. “We’re here to do a job. I’ll endure your tiny dick
when we get back to Houston.”
    “That wasn’t my secret, remember?” I grumble while
standing and following her.
    “That’s not how I remember it.”
    “Sure, Apples,” I say, slapping her ass as we
return to the bar.
    Minka grunts when my hand makes contact, and I
expect a punch in retaliation. Instead, she sidles up next to me at the bar
stools.
    “We’re back,” Minka tells Ruby.
    “So I fucking see. What do you want?”
    “We have concerns you’re the one who sold out the
Chatty Cathy prostitute. Why’d you go and get a mom killed like that?”
    Ruby’s expression twists into something between
rage and guilt. I glance at Minka, who never looks away from her target. I find
her fascinating to watch, and soon worry my dick might suffer permanent damage
from staying hard for so damn long.
    “Look, I told Stacey to keep her mouth shut,” Ruby
whispers, barely audible over the loud music, “but she was drunk off her ass
that night, and she wouldn’t shut up.”
    “Did you snitch her out to her killers?” Minka
asks. “I can see the benefit to you to tell the powers that be who’s publicly
bitching about them.”
    A flustered Ruby glances around. “I didn’t need to
rat out Stacey. Everyone heard her.”
    “Who’s everyone?”
    “Deputy Teller’s brother was sitting by the main
stage when Stacey hit her highest, drunkest notes.”
    Minka nods. “Where did they find Stacey’s body?”
    “She died out on State Road 34 by the mile six
marker.”
    “Thanks,” Minka says, leaving a twenty-dollar bill
on the bar top.
    I watch the entire interaction without having the
least bit of interest in joining in. This job bores me, but I’m happy to endure
Honky-tonk Hell to spend time alone with Minka.
    Likely sensing my lack of interest, Minka doesn’t
mention the next part of her plan. After taking the car keys from me, she walks
out of the club. We drive past the spot where Stacey’s car ended up. The place
is located on a wooded slice of nowhere. Unless her car died, no way would even
a wasted chick stop here.
    “Tomorrow, we’ll stop by the prostitute trailer
parks and ask around,” Minka says when we arrive back at the hotel. “We’ll see
if anyone wants to rat out the happy sheriff and his horny deputies.”
    “Nightcap?” I ask, leaning into her while she
unlocks her door.
    Sighing, she mutters, “Come back in an hour and
we’ll see.”
    Minka gives me a bored expression, but I don’t buy
her indifference to a night of hot fucking. The woman’s radiating an energy
that makes my dick nearly tear free from my black slacks.

6
    ~ Minka ~
    Thinking No and Feeling Yes
    P laying the bored bitch, I shut the door on Dino.
He’ll be back in an hour expecting sex, leaving me only a little time to
prepare.
    I yank off my clothes and jump into the shower.
After scrubbing all of my sweaty bits, I frantically shave away excess hair on
my pits and legs. I realize I left my mango-scented body wash in the suitcase,
so I run wet and naked through the room to retrieve it.
    Back in the shower, I cover myself in bubbles. My
hair smells too much like the titty bar, and I decide to wash it too.
    Will he notice all of the work I’m doing? Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have washed my hair. Too
late now.
    I run the shaver over my legs again, just in case I
missed something. After double checking my Brazilian wax, I wash off all of the
suds until I’m squeaky clean and smelling like an orchard.
    Dino will for sure notice all of this effort.
Leaving my hair damp and messy, I dig into my suitcase for my old Texans
jersey. The man-sized shirt hangs loosely as I yank on my least-sexy panties
available.
    Playing with my hair, I stand in front of the
mirror. The