Page 47 of Rule the Night

Jslittlesis: He has security.

It wasn’t something I’d expected when I’d gone to the Marquis Hotel in the city six months earlier. I’d read that Ethan Todd would be there — the keynote speaker of course — for some kind of manosphere conference.

Fuzzywuzzy: Because of course he does.

Nat8965: Still. Someone shot JFK FFS.

It wasn’t as easy now. There were cameras. Cell phones. There was DNA and advanced ballistics testing.

Fuzzywuzzy: JFK wasn’t surrounded by cell phones and cameras 24/7.

Exactly. I’d scoped it all out before going to the Marquis, checking for cameras on the building outside and on surrounding buildings, mapping the streets around the hotel for unexpected exits.

Nat8965: This blows.

Jslittlesis: Agreed.

No one knew how much it sucked more than me. Because I’d actually taken a shot at Ethan Todd outside the Marquis a few months before.

Jslittlesis: Have to sign out. Might be a bit scarce for a while. Stay safe.

I put down my phone and looked at my computer, Ethan Todd frozen mid-tirade, the woman on the other side of the screen staring into the camera on her phone.

I pressed play.

“… these dumb bitches obviously don’t get it, which is why it’s up to us to teach them a lesson about who’s in charge.”

“Who’s that?”

I jumped, startled, and turned to find Remy standing right behind me, staring at my computer screen.

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MAEVE

I slammed my computer shut.

Remy’s blond hair flopped over his forehead, his hazel eyes bright with curiosity. I caught a whiff of his soap or shampoo, something clean and a little musky, and heat bloomed through my chest.

Mynipplesgot hard. That was how off the rails things were.

“Are you always so nosy?” I asked, removing my earbuds. “And do you plan to just walk into my room whenever you feel like it?”

“I knocked.” He wasn’t remotely apologetic.

“And I obviously didn’t answer.”

“I know. Which is why I came in.”

“What if I’d been sleeping or showering or something?”

“I would have felt bad if you’d been sleeping.” He grinned. “The shower? Not so much.”

I rolled my eyes. “Does this stuff actually work on real-life women?”

His grin widened. “Sometimes.”

“Well, I’m not some girl you want to pick up in a bar. I’m here to cook. That’s it.”