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come back with answers right now. She headed to
her bedroom without another word or another glance at her dad. She’d try to
figure all this out later.
    “Get out of there while you still can,” her dad said to her
as she reached for her bedroom door. His tone confused Lila—he sounded angry,
and nasty, but there was a hint of something warm, almost caring. She couldn’t
tell, didn’t really want to, she just needed to sleep. Maybe it was the wrong
thing to do, but she went into her room, shut the door, and went to bed.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    When Lila came out the next day, her dad’s room was empty
and he was gone. True, it wasn’t early. Lila’d slept in, dead to the world
clear until 12:30. That sense of something being slightly off reared up in her
gut, but she had too many things to do to worry about feelings right now. She’d
made up her mind last night, as she lay in bed, that she was just going to quit
the Dirty Pint. She felt a little reckless, as if nothing could ever go wrong
at Club Malevolence and, even if it did, she could just find another job
somewhere else. She needed to get ready for the day, go there to quit outright
and get her last paycheck. Then, she needed to try to find a nice bottle of
wine or something—that’s what people did when they went to someone’s house for
dinner, right?
    She hopped into the shower, tossing her ratty shorts and
t-shirt on the floor in a heap. Under the warm water, she’d meant to be speedy
and efficient, but once the drops hit her, she was immediately distracted by
thoughts of Barrett. She got hot instantly, wet and naked and so aware of her
body for the first time in a long time. Her hands slipped from her hair to her
neck to her breasts, which she cupped gently on her way down to her pussy, warm
and waiting for her touch. She rubbed herself in slow circles, imagining
Barrett’s hard, manly hands on her, grabbing her where her hands were. She
could imagine the cocksure look on his face as he fucked her, enjoying the act
as much as the power he had in the moment.
    She pictured him—sweaty, naked, rock hard—entering her as
she slid a finger, then two, into herself. A moan escaped her lips, and she let
her head fall back into the stream of the showerhead. His name sat right on the
tip of her tongue as her hips started to buck against her own hand, and every
time she licked her lips, the B pushed against them. Lila could feel her
muscles contracting, her abs tightening up, and her mental picture of Barrett
became white, hot, flooded with light. She was coming, and she wanted to say
his name so badly, but she just couldn’t. She couldn’t say it.
    Spent, she let herself stand idly in the water a moment
more. She’d been the only one to touch her body for such a long time. Maybe ,
she thought to herself, maybe Barrett will… But then she remembered what
a dick he’d been, how he’d been so sure he was going to have her, and she felt
herself harden against the prospect.
    That was the realization Lila needed. She jumped back into
gear, finishing her shower quickly and moving on to the next, more difficult,
task of getting dressed. Now that she knew what kind of family the Morans were,
she also knew there was nothing in her closet that was going to be exactly
appropriate for dinner at their house—mansion, probably. She surveyed her
options. She didn’t think they’d make her feel bad about anything, but she also
knew she’d feel awkward if she wore the wrong thing. The only thing she could
think to wear without looking like a try-hard was a dark pair of skinny jeans
and a loose-fitting, scoop neck, black t-shirt. For shoes, she couldn’t help
it—she felt like a kid with a new Christmas toy, but she only wanted to wear
her Louboutins. The bronzed, snakeskin pair she had didn’t quite go with black,
but she thought it looked okay, and it was better than the nasty sneakers or
boots she had.
    She threw her hair up into a messy bun, trying to make