Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

I slap his shoulder. “Buckle up, cupcake, shit’s only going to get stranger.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Margot

Jigsaw: How are you feeling today?

I whimper and drop my phone back on the nightstand. My head’s full of soggy cotton. A weird, unpleasant buzz bounces around my skull.

Slowly, the events of last night return to me.

I asked Jigsaw to be my sex coach.

We’re going out on Friday night.

And then probably having sex afterward?

We never actually said what we’d do after the car show. A slow tingle of anticipation throbs below. It’s been a couple of years since Daniel. Am I even ready for this? What if my girly bits have sealed shut from lack of use?

That was the whole point of asking for his help.

Sighing, I throw the covers back and roll myself upright. Barely any hint of daylight peeks through my blackout curtains and shade. I stand, stretch and slide my curtains open, then pull up the blinds, letting the morning sunshine wash over me.

My gaze shifts to my phone. Jigsaw’s concern cuts through my embarrassment. I send him a quick response.

Me: A bit fuzzy headed. But ok.

Maybe he’ll think I forgot about our Friday night plans. That would probably be for the best. I set my phone down and run to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, with a freshly scrubbed face and empty bladder, I wander into the kitchen. My stomach recoils at the thought of food. I thought pot was supposed to give you the munchies?

I unwrap a cheese stick and chew on it while I brew a pot of coffee.

Did Jigsaw text back?

While the coffee’s brewing, I hurry into my bedroom and scoop up my phone.

There’s a message waiting on the screen.

Jigsaw: Can’t wait to see you Friday night.

He remembered. And he wants me to remember.

I type out me too, then erase it. What if he thinks I’m too eager and breaks the date?

My phone buzzes. I’m holding it so tight, I jump.

Dad: Could use your help this morning.

Nothing like prepping a dead body to take the romance out of the air.

Me: Be down in a few minutes.

I change into long black pants and a long-sleeved black T-shirt. We might have family members stopping by later. I walk into my long closet all the way to the end where I set up a vanity station. I tap a button on the large rectangular vanity mirror taking up a good portion of the wall and sit at the glossy, white table. My eyes are a little puffy but at least I don’t look like I spent most of the night high and sleeping on a stranger’s lawn.

I twist my hair into a neat bun, line my lips with neutral mauve, and dab on a creamy lipstick. With my face and hair presentable, I cross the room to the ornate cherry wood jewelry chest that once belonged to my mother. From the top drawer, I choose a pair of small gold love knot earrings.

As I’m leaving, I absently reach up and flick one of the round ornaments hanging from the bar above the chest.