DARK (8 page)

31

Some days, your luck is nonexistent.

That’s how Jordan felt when she walked to the first level of the parking garage and ran into Detective Daane carrying a Flavour shopping bag. Daane’s friend was not around.

“Hello Detective,” Jordan said, hoping that Daane would just ignore her and walk away.

“Hello Ms. Rowe.” She looked around. “I wasn’t aware you had a vehicle.”

“I was meeting a friend.”

“Just be careful.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“A man has broken into your condo twice. I’m sure he is following you as well.”

Jordan looked around. “Then I guess a parking garage is not the safest place.”

“That’s my point,” Daane said with a sly grin. “Can I give you a ride somewhere?”

Jordan was stunned by Daane’s kindness. “I’m heading back home.”

Daane reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. “My car is over here.”

Jordan walked with Daane and climbed inside her silver 2012 Chevrolet Caprice. The only way to tell it was a police vehicle from the outside was the black wheel covers. On the inside were a nine-inch flat screen computer and key board, along with a camera mounted to the dash. The bucket seats were made of hardwearing fabric, but were amazingly comfortable.

Daane reached back and placed her shopping bag in the backseat, then fired up the engine. Both of them snapped on their seatbelts. Daane then sped out of the garage, into the busy streets of Downtown Nashville.

Jordan glanced at her. “I recognized that Flavour bag. What did you buy?”

“A skirt and blouse. My boss is taking the detectives out to dinner tonight.”

“Was that your friend with you?” Jordan realized that she just made colossal mistake.

Daane snapped her eyes at Jordan. “That was my sister. How did you know she was with me?”

Jordan hesitated. Her mind felt like it could not function. “I saw you in the store. My friend owns the place.”

“You know Vanessa?”

Jordan had an image of being with Vanessa and Kady in the dressing room. “Yeah, I know her really well.”

“Why didn’t you say hello to me in the store?”

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you.” Daane pulled into the condo parking lot. “I am concerned about you.”

“I have to admit the first time that guy came into the condo, I was terrified. But the second time…” Jordan did not want to tell the truth. She was actually aroused by what took place. “I’m not sure what happened. I wasn’t that scared.”

Daane stopped, shoved the gear into park, flicked off her seatbelt and turned toward Jordan. “I don’t want to get a call about a homicide and show up at your condo.”

“I don’t want that either.” Jordan felt like she was being scolded by her mother.

“Where were you yesterday and last Monday? He obviously knows when you leave and what time you will return.”

It was at that moment Jordan realized the intruder must have know about her joining Dark.

Or, he is one of the guests at Dark?

“I have to go.” Jordan snapped off her seatbelt and opened the door. “I really appreciate the ride.”

“Jordan!”

She turned around, hand on the door. “What?”

“This won’t stop until we catch him. You need to take this seriously.”

Jordan shut the door and walked inside the building.

32

After making herself a huge bowl of macaroni and cheese with broccoli and bacon, Jordan was stuffed and feeling exhausted. She considered buying a movie on cable and falling asleep until tomorrow.

The cell phone about jerked her out of her skin. “Hello?”

“Hey Jordan, it’s Kady.”

Jordan sighed, already guessing why Kady was calling. “What’s up?”

“I’m going to put on my new outfit and check out Karma tonight. Do you want to come?”

“I don’t think Karma is opened on Tuesday’s.”

“They weren’t, but they are celebrating the new remolding they had done inside. So they will be open all week.”

Jordan had a difficult time saying ‘no’ to anyone these days. “Sure, but I need to wake up first.”

“I’m taking a cab. Should I swing by?”

“That’s fine.” Jordan gave Kady the address and promised to be waiting downstairs. “What time?”

“Eight.”

“Okay, see ya then.” Jordan tossed her phone on the couch and rubbed her eyes. She considered calling Kady back and saying that she was too tired, but did not have the heart. Instead, Jordan forced herself up from the couch and went to the bedroom and flicked on the light.

Her eyes locked on the nightstand. There was a glass tumbler with black liquid inside.

Jordan hurried to the closet and opened the door. She then checked under the bed, in the bathroom, and laundry room. She even looked inside the washer and dryer.

After her heart settled, she returned to the bedroom. She bent over and studied the drink. She would bet the six million in her savings account that this was a glass of Dark Ice.

A bead of sweat drizzled down her face. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the glass and placed it near her lips. She had been craving the Dark Ice since it wore off earlier today. But who put it on her nightstand? The intruder with the Halloween masks? Someone from Dark? Maybe it was a gift from Zizi? But whoever it was, knows the access code to enter the building and has a key to her condo. Obviously someone made a copy. But when?

Jordan still held the glass at her lips, thinking about the two times she had gone to Dark. Her clothes were left in the small room for hours. Someone could have snuck in and taken her condo key, made a copy, then returned the key in plenty of time.

Despite Jordan’s fear that her privacy had been invaded, she could not stop herself from drinking the entire glass of Dark Ice.

She placed the tumbler on the nightstand, stripped off her clothes, and took a hot shower. By the time she toweled off, the Dark Ice had regained control of her. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her middle finger along her pussy. The wetness felt warm and inviting. She would have used her flesh dildo, but the intruder kept it for some reason.

Jordan laid back, easing her middle finger inside. She quivered as the Dark Ice heated her veins.

The cell phone knocked Jordan from her trance. She ran naked through the condo to the living room, seeing the caller ID: IDIOT II. She ignored the screaming phone and noticed that it was quarter to eight.

She raced back to her closet and grabbed a mint green dress that she purchased a few months ago at Flavour. The dress fit loose across her hips and flowed to the upper part of her thigh, then put on a thick silver necklace with a green Tsavorite gemsone. Her eyes swept along the floor and the dozen or so pair of heels.

Stilettos?

Kittens?

Cones?

Prisms?

Spools?

Wedge?

Pumps?

Sling backs?

Jordan smiled and grabbed her tan boots.

Her cell rang again. This time, it was Kady. Jordan snagged the phone and her small purse, then headed out the door. “I’m on my way down,” she said to Kady.

Jordan used the elevator, hurried outside, and slid into the open door of the cab. Before Kady could respond, Jordan gave her a strong kiss. Their tongues met, rubbing together as their lips smacked.

The cab driver, who was also female, cleared her throat. “Where too ladies?”

Jordan smiled at Kady, then looked at the driver. “Karma.”

33

The ten thousand square foot club had only been a quarter filled. The lighting was dark red, with pumping music, art on the walls, and the smell of fresh wood from the recent remodel. On several small round stages were go-go dancers, already working hard.

Unlike Fuel Nightclub, Karma had more dignified clientele dressed in trendy, fashionable outfits. Jordan ordered her and Kady each a Long Island Iced Tea. As they clinked glasses and toasted the night, Jordan studied Kady. Her black button down sweater fit snug against her breasts. Her crimson skirt looked absolutely sexy against her hips and ass.

“Excuse me,” a man said. “If I say something interesting, would you join me at my VIP table?”

Kady giggled, holding her Long Island with both hands. “If you say something interesting? That’s a great pickup line.”

Jordan thought the man looked cute enough. He was in his early thirties, with short almond colored hair, light beard, dark eyes, and small circular black earrings in each ear. He wore a white shirt with a black blazer, jeans, and black boots. She noticed two men who looked like football players stood behind him within earshot.

Jordan pointed to the men. “Are they with you?”

He did not even glance back. “Don’t worry about them.”

Kady giggled again. “Are they your friends, or what?”

“Bodyguards,” he said.

Kady indiscreetly undid another button on her sweater. “Well, I’m curious in what you have to say next.”

Jordan decided to give this guy a hard time. “So, the next words out of your mouth better pique our interest, or we’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Kady was about to say something, but instead, she took another healthy sip of her drink.

The man gave Jordan and Kady a nice smile and said, “Pigs have orgasms that last for thirty minutes.”

Kady laughed so hard, she snorted.

Jordan could not contain her smile. “That is interesting. But not enough to get us to your VIP table.”

“My name is Ryan.”

“I’m Jordan. This is Kady.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

Jordan noticed that his hands were empty. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Are you buying?”

“Do you need me to buy you a drink?”

He flashed another smile. “How about you buy me one drink of whatever you two are having, then I’ll buy the drinks for the rest of the night?”

“That’s not necessary,” Jordan said a little too coldly. She ordered Ryan a Long Island Iced Tea and handed it to him. She then made a toast, “Here’s to pigs having orgasms that last for thirty minutes.”

They clinked glasses and took hearty sips.

Kady said, “You look familiar. Have you ever been to the Baggart Southern Restaurant?”

“Many times.” Ryan gave her a kind look. “Do you work there?”

Kady’s cheeks turned a bright pink. “Um…”

“So,” Jordan said. “You have a Nashville accent that comes in and out. I’m guessing you weren’t born here.”

“No, I was born in Atlanta.” He took a sip of his drink. “Moved here about eight years ago.”

Jordan glanced at the bodyguards. “You must do something important enough that you need protection.”

“I’m not a fan of bodyguards, but…” He sipped his drink. “I don’t like talking about them.”

Jordan liked his shyness, mixed with an ounce of buoyancy. “Tell us something else that is interesting and we’ll join you at the VIP table.”

“Okay,” “Ryan said. “Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.”

“What about the pigs?” Jordan asked.

“I guess that have orgasms, but don’t like it.”

Kady began having a laughing fit, followed by an uncontrollable snort.

Jordan looked at Ryan. “I’m not sure that is interesting enough. I’ll give you one more shot.”

“Well.” Ryan’s eyes became distant as he considered what to say next. “All polar bears are left handed.”

Kady smiled. “I’m sold,” she said, drinking down some more of her Long Island.

Jordan gave Ryan a playful smack on the shoulder. “I guess that makes all polar bears southpaws.”

Kady snorted up her drink through her nose and about fell on the floor laughing.

34

Ryan sat down in-between Jordan and Kady in the VIP section. A female server then hurried over and Ryan ordered three more Long Islands. The bodyguards faced the large crowd that had suddenly formed in Karma.

Kady leaned close to Ryan. “You really do look familiar,” she slurred. “What do you…do.”

“I’m a singer,” Ryan said.

Kady’s eyes lit up. “Wait a second. Are you Ryan Gil?”

“In the flesh.”

Jordan had heard of Ryan Gil, but had no idea what he looked like. However, she knew that his songs were played all the time on the radio. “I like your latest song, My Kind of Place.” Jordan felt like a groupie, but she was serious. She really did like that song.

“Thanks,” Ryan said. “My Kind of Place has skyrocketed all the way to number fifty-seven on the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Songs.” His voice was thick with sarcasm, but it was cute. “It’s also currently eighty-eight on Canadians Hot 100 Songs.”

Kady laughed again, then wrapped her arms around Ryan. “You’re such a great…” Kady never finished her sentence, eyes becoming lost in thought.

Jordan whispered in Ryan’s ear. “I don’t think she gets out much.”

Ryan chuckled as the server returned with the Long Island’s. They toasted to Ryan’s semi-hit song and took large gulps.

Kady placed her drink down on the table, almost knocking it over as she returned her attention to Ryan. “Tell me your bestest…um…words from the song.”

Ryan glanced at Jordan, smiled, then looked at Kady. He sang in a soft, country tone voice, “Girl if you are going to sink, twenty dollars into that flavored drink, then give me your keys and you’ll have time to think, about what we will being doing later tonight.” His voice rose to a country twang. “I know don’t know what else to say, you’re my saving grace, and this is My Kind of Place.”

Kady released her grip on Ryan and began clapping, missing her hands several times. “That was amaz…ing.” She leaned forward. “Do you want to have sex…or dance?”

Ryan chuckled. “Let’s get you sweatin some of that alcohol out.”

Kady looked confused. “Does that mean we…are...sex…or…dance?”

He gave Kady a kiss on the forehead. “Dance.” He turned and looked at Jordan. “Will you be joining us?”

Jordan grabbed his hand. “Sure…this is my kind of place.”

35

Kady was plastered and stumbled to the dance floor, but seemed to find a zone where she actually had some incredible moves. She rubbed her ass up and down Ryan as Jordan danced behind him.

They danced most of the night and switched to drinking water. At one o’clock in the morning, Ryan and the bodyguards escorted Kady and Jordan to the limousine that had been waiting in the front of the club. They crawled into the backseat as the bodyguards went into the front. Ryan closed the partition to give them some privacy.

Jordan moved to the seat across from Ryan. “Just so you know, I’m not some skanky slut you can pick up at a nightclub.”

Kady leaned back, reached inside her skirt, and tore off her panties. “Neither am I,” she giggled. Kady then sprung forward, unzipped Ryan’s jeans and pulled them down, followed by his boxers. She then wrapped her hand and mouth around his cock.

Ryan kept his eyes on Jordan. “I don’t usually do things like this,” he said with a soft grunt. “Actually, this is my first time picking up girls at a club.”

Kady’s head bobbed up and down while licking Ryan’s hard cock.

“I’m sure women throw themselves at you all the time,” Jordan said, wondering how he was able to have a conversation with Kady doing a porn star blow job.

Ryan closed his eyes for a moment, then looked Jordan. “I just got lonely I guess.”

Jordan smiled. “That should be the name of your next song.”

Kady looked up. “Are we fucking or not?” She did not wait for an answer. She slid off her skirt, leaving on the heels and her button down sweater. Kady then yanked off Ryan’s jacket, shirt, boots, socks, and pulled his jeans and boxers all the way off. She pushed Ryan to the floor, then lowered herself on top of him, rocking her hips to the motion of the limo, while resting her hand on Jordan’s thigh.

Jordan slid off her panties and tossed them next to her. Kady glided her fingers along Jordan’s thigh and teased the edge of Jordan’s clit. Ryan reached up and began undoing Kady’s sweater. When he reached the last button, she slid it off and pulled down her bra so her tits would flop out. Jordan positioned herself over Ryan’s mouth with her boots still on, kneeled, while facing Kady. She pulled off her dress, feeling Ryan’s mouth suck on her pussy. Kady reached forward and slid down the straps of Jordan’s bra, then pulled out her breasts, sucking on them while rocking back and forth on Ryan’s cock.

Jordan and Kady began kissing, then flicked their tongues and squeezed each other’s nipples. Ryan continued licking Jordan’s pussy, followed by a deep grunt.

Kady smiled at Jordan. “He just came.” Kady lifted off him and slid to the seat. Jordan did the same.

Ryan remained on the floor with a grin on his face. “Well...”

Jordan reached down and grabbed him by the arm. “Oh, we are not finished.” She leaned back as Ryan kneeled in front of her. “Do you have enough in you for a second round?”

Ryan’s wet cock became instantly hard. “I could muster up the strength.” He slid his cock inside of Jordan as sweat gleamed his skin.

Kady crawled next to them on the seat and took turns kissing them, while both Ryan and Jordan stuck a finger inside of Kady.

They fucked so long that the bodyguards had to stop for gas. Eventually, Ryan dropped Kady off at her house, then Jordan at her condo.

Ryan handed Jordan a piece of paper. “Here’s my number.”

Jordan used her cell phone to dial the number. “I just want to check something.”

Ryan lifted his buzzing phone. He showed Jordan the caller ID. “Is that you?”

Jordan smiled and gave Ryan a long kiss. “That was an interesting night.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Thanks for the thrill ride.” Jordan then walked away from the limo.