Now I feel like I’m going to pass out. Or vomit. Or both.
I walk away and call out over my shoulder, “Don’t worry about cleaning up. I can do it when I get back.”
I manage to make it to my bathroom before I vomit. When I’m finished, I curl into a ball on the cool tiled floor. Oh god. This happened because of me. And now someone might die? Sitting, I pull my phone from my pocket and send Agent Hill a text.
And then I open my app.
The reasonable side of my brain tries to remind me that I just did this the other day. That I shouldn’t need to do it again so soon. That I’ll hate myself when it’s over. But I never listen to that side of my brain. Instead, I find a match near the campus and hit send. The guy replies back right away with his room number at an apartment complex a few blocks away from my dorm.
I grab my bag and go outside to wait for my Uber to arrive. The driver is older and wants to chat, but I’m not in the mood. I keep looking at my phone, willing Agent Hill to text back. But, he doesn’t. By the time I arrive to the apartment complex, I’m in a terrible mood.
I go to the apartment number the guy sent me and knock three times. He opens the door and I try not to let my surprise show. He’s one of my professors from last year and he’s clearly used someone else’s photo on his profile. Judging by the way his throat bobs, he knows who I am, too.
“Are you Olivia?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know.
I smile at him. “I am. Are you Richard?”
“Yes. Please, come in.”
My nose is assaulted with the scent of ammonia and I try not to cough as I move further into his lair.
“Are you a cat person, Richard?”
He closes the door and nods. “Will that be a problem?”
He looks as if he’s halfway hoping I’ll say yes. But I won’t, because I need this more than he does. I move closer, rubbing against him.
“Not at all.”
“So, Olivia, how does one get into this profession?”
I want to snort. He acts as if this is my job. Wonder what he would say if he knew why I really do this. Would it make him run away, screaming or would it turn him on? Something about this question gets me going and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head down for a kiss. He’s not a bad kisser, but when I take over, he moans in my mouth.
Without missing a beat, I move my hand to his chest and lower, to his jeans. He’s not hard. Yet. But he will be. I shove down the wave of guilt I feel as I drop to my knees. I’ve done worse than this before and it will be worth it once I’m finished. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
Literally four minutes later, Richard goes to the bathroom and I get dressed. Ignoring my juices running down my inner thighs, I pull on my pants and shirt. I need to get the hell out of here before it gets awkward.
“Thanks, Richard. I had fun, but I’ve got to get going.”
I make my way to his door, but I’m not fast enough. He rushes from the bathroom wearing a little bathrobe with cat hair all over it.
“Wait.”
Fuck.
I stop, not knowing what to expect.
“Do I have your word that no one from the school will hear about this?”
That makes me snort. “Isn’t it a little too late to be asking that?”
His eyes narrow. “You’re attending on a scholarship, aren’t you? I’m certain this would be grounds to have the scholarship stripped.”
“And you just paid to fuck a student, Richard. Don’t threaten me. I have no problem bringing you down with me, if I fall.”
“It’s just – I’ve been seeing another faculty member. If she finds out-”
“Look, dude. Your dirty little secret is safe with me. Next time you open the app, don’t swipe right on me, and we’ll be dandy.”
His mouth gapes. “I didn’t-”
With a wave over my shoulder, I walk out of his shitty apartment and head toward my dorm. Not only do I feel unsatisfied, I’m also pissed at myself. If I had just waited, I wouldn’t be feeling like this. Bash’s face crosses my mind and I let out a small groan. Damn him and damn Saint.
When I get to the dorm, I grab the only change of clothes I have and take a shower, washing all of Richard’s scent off me. It doesn’t help, though. I still feel dirty and it makes my stomach churn. Reaching for my phone, I curse. Agent Hill hasn’t text back, either. Can this day get any worse?
There’s a knock on the door and I’m actually scared to answer it. When I do, it’s just the building maintenance man reminding me that I have to be out of my dorm by the end of the day.
“I’m almost finished packing. Is there any way you can help me with my stuff?”
He rolls his eyes, but says, “Let me find a dolly.”
I finish throwing the rest of my stuff into the boxes Lucy left. Speaking of, I ought to send her a text, but that’ll have to wait until I get back to the clubhouse. Thinking of the club makes me pause. I’m freaking nuts for going back there. Razor and King said they knew there was a mole and they won’t stop until they find out who it is. Which mean my days there are numbered. Maybe I should send Lucy a text and see if I can go to her place.
There’s another knock on my door and I open it, expecting to see the maintenance man. Instead, Agent Hill is there. I probably should have expected this.
I move aside, already knowing he’s mad.
“Agent Hill. We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
He waves his phone in my face. “Care to tell me what this is about?”
“As if you don’t know.”
“Pretend I don’t and enlighten me.”
I let out a huff. “If I had known you were going to send another club to ambush them, I wouldn’t have told you what I did!”
“First, you’re being paid to do exactly that. Two, we didn’t send anyone to ambush the Devil’s Regents. Why on earth would you even think that we’d do something like that?”
“Don’t try to act like that’s not beneath you. You’re paying me to spy on them. And, you implied there are others there doing the same.”
“Spy, yes. But we certainly wouldn’t pass on any information to a rival club!” He points to his head. “Think about it. That doesn’t make sense. If anything, we’d try to take down both clubs!”
There’s a little vein popping out on his forehead. For some reason, it strikes me a funny and I let out a little laugh.
“This isn’t a laughing matter. I think you need to tell me everything you know, Ms. Mayhem. Starting with what prompted you to send the text today.”
The look on his face sobers me up, and I start from the beginning. I hate that, again, I’m telling on the club. But if it wasn’t the Feds who sent the other club, then that means I’m not the only mole on the inside. So, I’m going to do what it takes to find out who it is.
15
Saint
This fucking day can fuck off. I toss my phone onto my desk. The Prez of the Inferno Bastards swears to god he didn’t have anything to do with the ambush. I’m not sure I buy it, but, if it’s true, he has a big problem on his hands. Standing, I go to the window to look out. Another car I don’t recognize pulls up and Olivia hops out, going to the trunk. The driver gets out, too, and helps her unload several boxes from the trunk and backseat.