For some reason Tumblr didn't notify me so I missed the first part of the pussy willows mission but i cannot. I'm literally buzzing in anticipation and it looks like no cockblocking from anyone (Wynonna). This is going to be great
Woohoo! So glad to hear that you found it, and I got your engine revving!
Link to Part 1 and Here’s a teaser for what’s coming next…
While I may have thought I was wishing for this just a few short moments ago, my nerves threatened to shatter me as I led Bobo into the Champagne Room and shut the door behind us. A bouncer was supposed to stand nearby so I could shout if I was in trouble, but Jonas drew the man away to the far end of the hall. And made sure I noticed that he did. He didn’t want me thinking I was allowed to get out of anything Bobo del Rey wanted to do to mein there, that much was clear.
The sounds of the club were more muted in here, though the heavy bass still pumped through the walls. There was a dial behind the bar that would let me control the volume that piped the DJ’s music in here through our own speakers, and the previous occupants of the room had left it real low. The last customer must have wanted to talk.
I wondered if Bobo wanted to talk. He stalked through the room before me like the beast his shaggy coat made him out to be, inspecting the stage and the single chair set before it before rounding on the bar set against the other wall. He leaned over it on one shoulder to check out the selection behind, drumming his fingers on the countertop as he did. Then his whole body stilled, and he just stared at me.
“So what do we do in here, Angel?”
I felt my eyebrows lift. “You’ve never been in the Champagne Room before?”
Bobo shook his head. “Too rich for my blood.” He leaned forward over his elbow on the bar. “If I’m gonna pay for it, it’s usually cheap, quick, and sleazy.”
“Not used to the high-class treatment then, eh?” I teased, feeling a powerful shimmer through my body as I slinked closer to him. “Well, that makes my job a little easier.”
“Because you have no idea what you’re doing?” Bobo said, pointedly.
“Oh, I think I have an idea.” I tossed my hair and ran my hands down my costume, arching my back before giving him a seductive little wiggle.
Bobo took a deep breath in, his face… skeptical? He reachedbehind the bar and grabbed a bottle of champagne. “Go on then, impress me.”
I pouted a little, but the look on his face did not relent.I suppose I had been kind of hoping he would just grab me as soon as the doorwas shut and ravish me.
“You know,” he growled, pushing away from the bar, “I justremembered something I really need to tell Jonas about…”
“No!” I shouted, intercepting him with a hand at the centerof his chest.
He smirked down at my desperate fingers, then peered at mefrom under his heavy brows. “Then don’t let me get bored.”
