Games Girls Play Read Free Page B

tall boots.”
    “I go through so many.” Shoes and purses. Gun oil left a
mark. Knives cut through leather…
    “I like a briefcase.”
    “You carry more hardware than I do.” That was totally not
true. She spent hours on her costumes, her setup, her plan.
    Jane just hauled a big gun around.
    “Mmm. Your place?”
    “The rain is getting harder. It’ll get genuinely cold soon.”
    “It will. I’ll meet you there.” Jane took the address Rose slipped
her and stomped away, heels not hindering her a bit on the cobbles.
    Rose stopped and bought chocolates and some luscious looking
pastries to share. Sweet to take the edge off Jane losing a quarter mill. After
all, she didn’t want to take a bullet again, just because Jane was peeved.
    She grinned, thinking how Jane was going to try to take it
out of her ass. Maybe her cunt.
    That was a delicious thought. Wild and frustrated Jane. She
would happily tease until the lion came out in her lady.
    A bottle of wine and she was heading out, moving toward the
Trevi Square, to her little bungalow there, overlooking the fountain. She loved
the sound of the water on the marble through an open window, and how people
flocked to the area at night. She loved the lights and the rain, the sounds of
the birds and the fact that the pantheon was so close.
    Her little place was hers—she kept it and visited a few
times a year, the tiny villa the size of a hotel room but so much more comfortable
and well-protected. She loved the windows, loved the way the little platform
bed felt like a bower.
    She loved the cappuccino machine best. The cafes got
expensive, even though they were lovely. Her machine, though, it was a
thoroughbred. She licked her lips and headed up the stairs, her boots silent.
    Rose pondered what she should present to Jane. Should she go
with naked? Just the boots?
    She unlocked the door, and she spun, losing the bag of
chocolates as her lips were taken, a cloth covering her eyes. She grabbed her
attacker, instinctively fighting back, going for the throat when she heard Jane’s
voice. “Easy, baby. Just me.”
    Then Jane’s body was pressed against her, the weight
familiar, warm. Jane wasn’t all soft curves, but her breasts were a welcome
weight, her leg sliding between Rose’s. The fact that Jane had gotten the drop
on her didn’t worry her. The woman was the second best in the business.
    “Perverted woman. I brought you chocolates.” Rose leaned
down, riding Jane’s thigh.
    “Did you get pastries for you?” Jane nibbled her throat.
    “You know me well.” Mmm. That stung so nicely.
    “I do. Let’s go get comfy, have a nosh.” Clever fingers
dipped into her blouse to pinch her nipple.
    She reached up for the blindfold. “Sounds good.”
    “Nope. That stays on. Penalty for losing me my commission.”
Jane tugged her inside. “Nice place.”
    “I love it here. You’ve never been up?” It had been four
months since they were in the same space.
    “No. No, this is my first job in the area since we met.”
    Huh. Jane did do a lot more domestic wetwork than Rose did,
though, so it shouldn’t surprise her. It did shock her a little when Jane
pushed her down on the little platform bed and raised her hands up over her
head.
    “Fuck, that’s a pretty look for you, Rosie. All spread out
for me.”
    Rose spread her legs, her slacks dragging on the duvet.
    “The only problem is all this cloth.” Jane undid her button
and zip.
    “It was raining and cold. You know I’m a warm-weather girl.”
She lifted her hips, not holding back the fact that she craved the sensations
Jane could give her.
    “I know. I expected you to be in the Caribbean by now.” Her
shirt went, then her bra and panties.
    “I have tickets. A place. Money.” She had to tease.
    “I can be there in two weeks. I have a job in Seattle next
Tuesday. One you can’t steal.” Jane settled next to her, hip against hers.
    “Steal? It was mine to take.”
    “Do you know how long it took me to set