I’ve never been with a man besides you. I haven’t been with anyone besides you and Marissa…and that lap dance I gave Laina.”
He smiled lopsidedly and pressed his lips against her neck. She could feel his cock growing hard again. Then he kissed her, his fingers creeping down to gently rub her slippery clit, and she forced back her worries about how many other girls he had been with. He was older, and really good-looking, and she probably didn’t want to know. Instead, she just gave herself up to the pleasure of his touch.
Chapter Seven
It was growing dark the next day when they pulled into their hotel in downtown San Diego. The hotel building rose up sleek and gleaming into the twilight sky. The shoreline spread out behind it, palm trees silhouetted against the last orange-green light on the horizon.
“Jeez, Evan, you’re not skimping on the hotels,” she said.
He shut off the car and leaned over to kiss her, his hand working its way under her shirt to squeeze one of her tits. “It’s not too expensive,” he muttered. “Besides, I liked fucking you in that spa tub last night. I was hoping we could try it again.”
She snorted, but part of her couldn’t help but worry that if he was flinging money around like this, he wasn’t really thinking about saving up for the long-term. All that stuff about quitting running, getting a house, helping me go to college, it was just talk. If I want out of this life, I’m going to have to do it myself.
He pulled his lips from hers and looked at her worriedly. “You all right?”
She made herself smile. “I’m fine. Just hungry and tired of being in the car.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “Well, let’s go check in and get some food before we call Mishmash.”
Riel winced. She wasn’t looking forward to seeing him. She was Isaias’ sister-in-law, after all. How suspicious would he be of her?
They unloaded the suitcases and rolled them into the lobby, and Riel tried not to think about how much prison time she was lugging behind her. What if Isaias figured out what was going on, and snitched them off as revenge? She wiped the sweat from the back of her neck and pushed the thought away. There was nothing she could do about it right now.
A statuesque blonde clerk made eyes at Evan as they walked up to the reception desk.
“Checking in?” she asked with a smile that made Riel’s guts twist.
She’s flirting with him right in front of me. She didn’t blame the lady for thinking she had a chance. The clerk was almost six feet tall and put together like some sort of Danish supermodel, and Riel stood there, just over five feet tall and in the same clothes as yesterday, for lack of other options. But then Evan put an arm around her, pulling her close, and Riel gazed up at the other woman a bit smugly.
“Reservation for Theodore Anderson,” he said, tugging his wallet out and sliding a credit card over the marble-topped counter.
The woman checked them in and handed over their key cards. Riel glanced sidelong at him as they headed for the elevators. “I didn’t know you had a false identity,” she murmured.
“Of course. I don’t want Mama Maria to find us. Mishmash should have documents for you too, when he comes.”
The elevator came, and they got in. “Really? Already?”
He smiled and pinched her nose. “I have to admit I was really hoping you’d come with me, so I paid for them before you were even out of prison. I figured, even if I couldn’t convince you to come, it was worth the expense, just in case.”
The doors opened again and they got out on their floor. Tinted windows lined the corridor, and Riel gazed out at the city lights far below. “Jeez, Evan,” she murmured. “Isaias must have paid you way more than he paid me. Fake identities aren’t cheap.”
Evan let out a mirthless bark of laughter as he unlocked the door to their room. “Isaias didn’t really pay you, Riel. He just blackmailed you into working for him. Besides, I’ve always had something going on the side.” He shut the door and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t be nervous, Rielita. Isaias won’t be able to find you now. You’re safe.”
She laid her ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I won’t really be safe until I’m out of this business.
***
After dinner, Evan called Mishmash and told