The Deepest Black by Rainy Kaye

Author:Rainy Kaye [Kaye, Rainy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-27T04:00:00+00:00

9

We pull up outside a small pale pink building with pink shingles. I must have driven by this place on multiple occasions, but never considered it to be anything more than a hole-in-the-wall taco shop. Turns out, it's a brothel, so I guess it is a taco shop, just a different kind. . .

I kill the ignition and then look at him, my hand still on the key. “Really?”

“Hey, I'm not the boss of him.”

I shake my head, pulling out the key, and then step out of the truck. Remy piles out and then comes around to my side and stands next to me.

The sparse windows are dim, and there are no signs of any kind.

“You sure this place is open?” I ask with hope that they closed up, so I won't have to go inside.

“Positive,” he says.

“You seem awfully confident in that.” I nudge his shoulder as I head for the door. “You must be very familiar with this place.”

He follows behind me. “I don't go here—I mean, I've been here—but not for that! I followed Matteo around when we first got here—ya know, through the portal, not here the. . .”

I halt at the door, glancing over my shoulder at him. “Are you nervous?”

An embarrassed grin cracks his face. “It's not a place I would normally take a woman.”

“You didn't take me here. We came together,” I say, trying not to laugh at his traumatized expression.

He seems to catch that I find the whole thing amusing, then mutters, “Whatever,” as he reaches past me to push open the door.

I enter first, and he joins me while I take in the front room. It's not a large space, but there's a curved fuchsia sofa, deep purple carpeting, and brass vintage lamps. The pale pink walls are covered in tacked up drawings of women by various artists: pinups, geishas, and even a few superheros in bikini-like outfits. On the floor, next to the couch, stands a tall eight-hose hookah.

A woman enters from a far doorway, wrapped in a sapphire-colored sari.

“Can I help you?” she asks in a sing-song voice. “Are you here for a bed?”

“That's one way to word it,” I mumble, and then pat Remy on the shoulder as if I'm tapping out of this exchange.

He steps forward, clearing his throat. “Yeah, uh, no. I mean, I'm looking for Matteo.”

Her face brightens. “Yes, of course. He is in a room right now. I will let him know he has guests. He had not mentioned he was waiting for anyone, and they already started.”

I try not to vomit on my shoes.

The woman glides down the hallway from where she came.

I turn, grabbing Remy by the shoulder of his jacket, and tug for him to lower so I can whisper in his ear. “I am not joining Matteo in anything. Got it?”

Remy chuckles, pulling away and adjusting his jacket. “What? Didn't you listen to the lady? He's already got a girl.”

I shudder and glare up at him. After a few minutes of stunned silence, the woman returns to the main room.

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