Gina Takes Bangkok (The Femme Vendettas) (25 page)

Delta and Brian weren’t due for another seventeen hours, and Kannon planned to make good use of the down time. He called his favorite restaurant, and then Gina on
The Pink Pussycat
.

“I’ve got reservations at Pern Dee for eight tonight. Care to join me?”

He made out happy squeals and chatter in the background. Although the 70 Rai children weren’t due to head back to Cambodia until the next morning, that didn’t entirely explain the level of noise.

“Tonight?” she blared.

“Yes. If you can’t make it, that’s fine.” And it was, he told himself. Just fine.

“No, I should be able to get away.”

Kannon couldn’t remember the last time he’d walked into a public place with a woman he didn’t have to be careful around. His wife had never known the full extent of his dealings, and after her, he’d always steered his conversations with women away from his work and life. That had two results: half the women he dated quickly began to distrust him, and the ones who were happy to keep the focus solely on themselves weren’t the kind he wanted to be with. In the end, he’d gotten so weary of the dating game, he’d dropped out. Pensri served his purposes well enough.

Then along came Gina.

Within a minute of being seated, the short, round waiter and Gina were clacking to each other in Thai like old friends. Kannon intercepted the waiter’s downward gaze at Gina.

“What would you recommend?” Kannon inquired, weighting each word.

The waiter waved his hand at the menu. “It is all good,” he stumbled in English. He turned to Gina. “You like prawns?”

“Does the sun set in the west? Of course! Surprise me. Whatever you think I should have, and don’t worry.” She pointed at Kannon. “He’s paying.”

The waiter turned to Kannon. “And you, sir? The usual?”

“Surprise me, too.” The waiter fumbled his pencil. What the hell did the little butterball think he’d do? Kill him over a prawn? “Just no papaya. Make it as hot as you can.”

As the waiter turned away, Gina touched his arm and whispered in rapid Thai to him, looking all excited.

“What did you tell him?” asked Kannon.

“Told him this was the first time you’ve taken me out. And that we wanted it to be something special. Something we’d remember for the rest of our lives.”

Kannon narrowed his eyes at the doors the waiter had bumped through. “A case of food poisoning would do that. I should’ve stuck with my usual.”

“Kannon! Really, quit being so paranoid.”

“Comes with the territory.” He settled his eyes on her. She looked great. Her hair was in ringlets, the purple tips like ribbon twining through it all. She was wearing a skintight dress, red and yellow—backless and damn near frontless. It was amazing. “You realize that without your sunglasses, I can see you’re looking at my boobies.”

At a table beside their booth, the husband of an elderly Thai couple glanced at Gina and then at his triple-chinned wife and then back at his menu.

“I know for a fact that you wore that dress so I would.”

Gina rolled her eyes. “Duh.”

“Zoe says that. But she’s fifteen. How old are you?”

“Thirty-one years old.” She gave a secretive look. “Today.”

“Today’s your birthday?”

“Had a big party on the boat. Was going to pull an all-nighter, when you called.”

“You left your own birthday party to go on a date with me?”

“When have I ever lied to you?”

“You haven’t. I don’t understand why you left the party, is all.”

A strained look crossed her face. “Daddy was getting tired, and I knew he wouldn’t have rested while I was there.”

“My call was serendipitous is what you’re saying.”

Gina grinned. “So I accepted. And I have to say I love the gift you got me.”

Kannon looked around. “Well, this place isn’t
that
fancy.”

“Not the meal, Kannon,” she laughed, reaching out to place her hand on his. “I mean our second date. Our first one ended kind of awkwardly. Was a little worried there wasn’t going to be another.”

The waiter arrived with the appetizer. Prawns, of course. Gina let out a little moan he felt in his cock. “This looks delicious.” She popped one in and sucked spicy red sauce off every finger. “I can’t believe how much I love these.”

“I’m getting the idea.”

Her mouth stilled and she withdrew a finger. “Listen, Kannon, I wasn’t trying to—tease you.”

He had to say it—and fast. “Gina, I know. I got the message at that fertility temple. It’s like what you told Jarun. This is a temporary arrangement, and I can live with that. I’m not going to lie and say that I wasn’t hoping for something more. The way things have worked out, I see it wasn’t one of my better ideas. So how about we do things Thai-style, and enjoy each other for the time being?”

Gina bit her lip. “We could—”

“Do I know you from somewhere?” The Thai man from the next table had leaned across to address Gina.

From your wet dreams, thought Kannon. “I don’t think so,” he said, low and final.

Gina ignored him, and started in with twenty questions to place them in her social history. It turned out Kannon was right, but that didn’t stop Gina from launching into an extended conversation with the older couple. To Kannon’s horror, pictures were soon being called up on the woman’s cell phone, and Gina left the booth to lean over the couple’s table, gushing over pictures of children and grandchildren. The old man had probably never taken more interest in his progeny, Gina’s breasts nearly spilling out from her dress.

The entrée arrived and the date resumed, their waiter obviously eager to please. “Is everything to your satisfaction?”

Gina looked at Kannon with deliberation. She dipped her finger into the sauce and put it in her mouth. She extracted it with a slow pull. “Positively orgasmic.”

Yes, they were going Thai-style tonight. The waiter grew heavy-lidded and gazed at her like one of Snow White’s dwarves, then opened them on Kannon “And you, sir?”

Kannon gave him a level stare. “Everything’s mutually orgasmic here.”

The waiter blinked, retreated.

Kannon needed to say one more thing. “One proviso to going Thai. I’m done with sharing you for tonight. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Her answer was quick, so he knew she meant it. He got serious about his meal. It was hot and spicy, the way he liked it. One thing he had come to enjoy about Bangkok was its food, though he preferred to sit indoors without dogs and traffic to disturb him. He raised his head to make that distinction to Gina to find her staring open-mouthed at him. He dabbed his mouth with his napkin and glanced down at his shirt-front. Nothing. She still looked as if he’d swallowed a shoe.

“What?”

“You always eat like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like this.” She reached over and popped in a pork bit thick with sauce. There then ensued a lot of tongue work and sucking in breath and puckering, building up to a happy sound of pleasure that was too over-the-top to be him.

“That’s not me.”

She aimed her chopsticks at his mouth. “So you.”

“Huh. Guess I can tease, too.”

And then they were grinning at each other, like goofs in love. This was as good a time as any. He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small present. “Happy birthday, Gina.”

She dropped her chopsticks. “Kannon! How did you know?”

“I didn’t, actually. I was planning to give you this, anyway. Since it’s your birthday, let’s call it a birthday present.”

She tore it open and he was treated to a second squealing of his name. “Kannon! She’s adorable.” She set the purple vixen figurine, a miniature version of the one in Dr. Chaiboonma’s boardroom, on the table between them. “How did you know?”

“It’s my job to watch you.” He paused. “Sometimes, it’s my pleasure.”

Her face brightened and softened, and her shiny lips parted. He had to get them out of there. “So, birthday girl, what would you like to do after dinner?”

“There’s a club around the corner from here called 2XS. Best happy hardcore music in the city.”

Happy hardcore? “Get the feeling I’m too old for it.”

“But it’s my birthday.” She stuck out her lip.

“I thought my daughter pouted because she inherited the ability from her mother. Apparently it’s gender-specific.”

Gina laughed, dislodging a drop of sauce from her chopstick onto her open chest where it began a slow trickle down. Kannon blew out his breath. “I’ll take you. Only until midnight. By then your birthday will be over and I’ll be deaf.”

That got her moving—it was already coming up on ten.

It turned out that the only thing sexier than Gina eating was Gina dancing, especially to the frenetic pace of the synthesized music. The way she moved as the lights pulsed around her it was as if she were part of an orgy, especially given the amount of unnecessary bumping from others into her. She touched his waist. “You dance well for a sixty-year-old.”

He’d been so focused on her dancing that he hadn’t noticed what his body was doing.

Her front slid close to his. “Do you know any moves?”

It had been well over a decade and the music was all wrong. Then again no one was moving in time. He slid his arm around her warm waist, took her hand in his and whispered, “I do, girl.” He spun her away, then twirled her right back.

He and his wife had danced together for years to the point that their movements flowed in perfect harmony. They could move together while they talked or watched others, a synchronicity bred over time. Though Gina was so different from his elegant, petite wife, they were still perfectly matched. Despite the challenging pace of the music her instincts were honed, her long legs and inborn sense of rhythm allowing her to keep up with him even as their bodies whirled and slid and pressed together. And it helped her eyes stayed fastened to him the whole time. Two dances in, and the crowd had cleared a spot for them at the far end of the pulsing dance floor. By the fourth, the younger ones were trying to imitate them, and as expected, Gina didn’t mind showing them how to do it. A skinny young punk with spiked-up hair and size two biker boots tried to partner up with her. Kannon practically lifted her away. One look delivered his message, and though half-blitzed out of his mind, the kid backed off.

“Sheesh,” Gina started in when he hustled her out on the stroke of midnight. “You kinda went all alpha there.”

“He needed to be put in his place.”

“Put in place? There’s that paranoia coming through again.” Gina lifted the hair off the back of her neck, wound it into a loose coil and from the inside of her dress hem produced a doodad she jammed into her hair. Long purple tips shot every which way. “There. That’s better.” She ran her fingertips across her chest. “I’d forgotten how hot the nights get here. You’re so lucky you’re not feeling this.”

“I suppose.”

Gina tilted her head. “Where to now?”

“Back to the docks. I’m tired and it’s not your birthday anymore.”

Gina threatened him with the lip. “It’s still our date.”

“We’ve got a busy day tomorrow. We need to be on our toes. Probably shouldn’t have gone out tonight, except—”

Gina got in his space. “Except—?”

“Except it was your birthday.”

“You didn’t know that when you invited me out. It’s because you couldn’t wait to go on another date with me. Come on, admit it.”

“I couldn’t wait to take you out on a date. Now let’s go, and don’t give me the lip or else—” He stopped because there was no way he could threaten her with anything.

“Please tell me that I’m not too old for a spanking.”

He hustled her into a taxi to take them to the docks where he’d parked. And why was he not surprised that the taxi driver thought himself a conversationalist? Gina spent the whole trip back yakking to the man in Thai about their evening together, or so she informed him. Had he not made it clear he didn’t want to share? She called the Pussycat when they arrived at the deserted dock, and he knew damn well why she hadn’t done it earlier. She turned to him where they were standing at his car. “So, since it’s Thai-style tonight, I was wondering if—”

He answered with his mouth on hers and, for the first time that night, she was wholly his. Her body melded against him, her dress and skin damp from sweat and humidity, the already thin material slicking under his hands. “Gina,” he said against the wetness of her mouth. “You’re wet.”

She pressed her lower belly against him. “Lubed inside and out.”

That was enough. His hand slipped under her dress and encountered something hard and rectangular. He set her phone on the hood of the vehicle and made a second attempt. This time, he found her breast, her nipple already a hard point. He licked her neck. “Tell me. When you went into the bedroom with Pensri, what did you two do?”

Gina’s clever hands got under his jacket, squirreled under his shirt. “Oh, you know, the usual,” she said. “A little rubbing, a little licking, a little experimentation with her toys. Got sleepy before we did any anal play.”

Kannon didn’t let up with his mouth on her neck. “How about your breasts? Anything with them?” He moved his hand to the other side. There his hand came upon something hard and poky. He pulled out the figurine and set it by the phone. His second attempt produced a breast as perfect as the first.

“Oh. Not much. I’m very sensitive there. You can pretty much tell from the state of my tits how the rest of me is feeling. And…as you can see…I’m ready…to go…though I guess I was from the second…you called.”

He’d heard enough. He lifted her up onto the hood of his vehicle and leaned her back against the windshield, her buttocks over the crevice between the windshield and the hood. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions but he was intent on making her forget that.

He pulled down the straps off her shoulders straight to her waist. “I’ve loved your breasts since I saw them three years ago, you behind that counter.”

“You seem focused on your job.”

“Focused. Not blind.”

“Looked to me as if—”

He bent his head and drew a dark nipple into his mouth. She gave off a sound like when the prawn sauce had hit the back of her throat. After a few more pulls, the sounds deepened into something that no one in that restaurant had had the pleasure of hearing.