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Pink hair be damned, Jill thought. I am going to enjoy this. The bathroom was a marble creation cool to the touch. How it had survived the Sonic attack was unclear. It must just be tougher than glass. There was an open window covered by a green and white embroidered curtain. Jill turned on the water and felt the hot water flow over every inch of her body. She scrubbed herself with soap lathering and thoroughly enjoying every second. The pink dye bled out of her hair and down the drain, leaving something closer to a platinum blond with a pink tint slicked backward on her head. She stepped out of the shower meeting a fluffy white towel that easily soaked the soft moisture off her skin. She brought the towel around her head pushing back and forth. The perfect white was stained by a soft pink tone where her hair touched. She cringed at the stain. She had to assume anyone with the audacity to give their guests white towels must have bleach. She saw folded by the towels a white bathrobe of beautiful fluffy material. It had a soft letter embroidered on one side, a symbol for the hotel that Turquoise’s contact owned. Jill drew the towel around her body mopping up the soft warm liquids that drifted down. Finally, she brought the towel back up and wrapped it around her body. Their host had a mirror behind the sink. Something that had once been so commonplace was now the biggest luxury of all. She looked kaçak iddaa at herself in the mirror. Spinning she investigated the nooks and delicate crevices rarely visible to her own naked eye. She recognized her skin was tougher and her body more roughed up than the time before. Still, Jill thought, there was a beauty in the strength she now had. She investigated the purplish pattern where the safe had dropped onto her wrists earlier. She looked herself up and down and decided she wasn’t bad looking even if she had no skill with makeup like Turquoise.She slipped the bathrobe over her naked body and tied it shut. Stepping out of the bathroom landed her into the common area of the suite. It had a couple of small sofas arranged around a coffee table, marble-like the bathroom. There was only one figure in the room. A large black figure slumped down on the arm of a sofa. Ramone.Of course it was Ramone. Jill breathed in cautiously and scanned the room for signs of anyone else. “Did they go?” she asked.Ramone did not respond. Jill stepped up behind the sofa placing her hand gently on his red shirt. On his thick broad shoulder. Jerking awake, Ramone sat up and looked at her. He reached toward his ear and messed with the dial. “Where’d they go?” Jill repeated, dragging her hand off of his shoulder. She was a little slow, and Ramone’s eyes followed her hands motion and surveyed her soft fluffy robe. His kaçak bahis eyes spoke before his lips, appreciating her cleaned and lightly apparelled appearance.”They didn’t want too many people there for the negotiation. Turq thought I would be intimidating.”Jill frowned then nodded slowly. “I guess it is safer to negotiate when the items are not within grasp.” She slipped onto a different sofa than Ramone, but in the closest corner to him.”What do you mean?” Ramone asked.”I have the key to the manuals hidden away. And Carlos only has his share of the stones.” She crossed her legs toward him and her right leg slipped slightly out of the robe. Her leg was not as smooth as it was when she shaved daily, but the razor provided had been decent.”And you have?” His eyes drifted down her leg.”Yours, actually. We couldn’t exactly leave them in the car. Yours and mine.” Jill forced herself to pull her leg away and cross the other direction away from him. She shifted her robe so all except the ankle was covered. “I should fix that.””You should. I can bring them to a neutral place. Trust me, they are safe where they are.””Are you inviting me to your place, snow bunny?”Jill grimaced and pulled her robe back over her more thoroughly. “Ramone, I don’t like that term.””That’s not a no, Jill,” he said. “And after what Carlos said–“Jill’s head snapped up to watch Ramone’s face. “What exactly did Carlos say we illegal bahis did?”Ramone, who had been slightly leaning forward, pulled his torso away from Jill as if he expected her to strike him. “You came over and stayed the night.” Ramone swallowed before continuing. “He said you slept together.”Jill looked up at the beautiful crown moulded ceiling. “Technically, yes. I did sleep with him.” She looked down at Ramone’s disappointed face. “On the shoulder. I fell asleep when we were talking. He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t fuck me. God knows I could use a good fucking.””Could you now?” Ramone asked.Jill looked up at him again and met his deep brown eyes. He was neither hungry nor disinterested. It was an attraction of convenience. “I mean, it’s been a while,” Jill admitted. She forced herself to look away. “But you and Turquoise, probably not as long.””We haven’t fucked or pretended to be a couple for years.””Four years?” Jill asked holding up four fingers, “or for f-o-r years?””My boy is three. So I guess two, but Turq is like that. She likes the baby, but not the baby daddy. Right now sounds like she got someone looking for the job, thus the other reason I shouldn’t go.””So she wouldn’t…” Jill began, “This is a stupid thought process. I want Turq on my good side. Money. Money is far more important in this world than my happy vagina.””I don’t know. A happy vagina can make a lot of money,” Ramone said.”So I have been told,” Jill said, shaking her head. “I couldn’t do that though.” She ran a hand through her hair, mostly clear of the pink dye. “How long are they going to be?” she asked.
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