“You’re late, Noir,” B. Nasty purred, swirling a drink the color of a warning. She sat on a velvet throne, legs crossed, looking like sin carved into a gown.
Kira found her at The Gilded Cage , a club where the air tasted like regret and cheap champagne. HotAndMean.24.04.04.Kira.Noir.And.Miss.B.Nasty....
As Kira turned to leave, Miss B. Nasty called out: “Next time, I won’t let you walk.” “You’re late, Noir,” B
“Takes one to catch one,” Kira replied, palming the hard drive that had just been slid across the table under a napkin. “Pleasure doing business.” ” B. Nasty purred