Page 51 of Saxon

"You've been?" She asks.

I nod. "We used to go to Europe every year when I was a kid. Paris, Rome, Berlin, Zurich. We were supposed to go to Tokyo the year Si and I ran away. Mom and Dad still went." I shrug. "I took some trips when I worked for the Cabal, too. Went to Moscow on business—Si was working a deal with some Russian gangsters, selling a container full of guns and ammo."

"Your brother was an arms dealer?"

"My brother was the top mover for all sorts of products, but mainly drugs and guns."

"So where else have you been? Maybe a better question is where would you go back to?"

"When I was following Camilla around, she took a trip to Mallorca. That place is amazing. I'd like to go back and visit just for fun. Hard to enjoy yourself when you have to monitor someone's every move without being seen."

"I don't even know where that is."

"Mediterranean. Off the coast of Spain." I glance at her, grin, and decide to spice things up. "Favorite sex position."

She cackles. "Oh, it's like that, is it?"

"Yeah, it's like that."

"Reverse cowgirl. Or regular cowgirl. Depends on my mood at the time. You?"

"Not sure if there's a name for it, but legs over my shoulders."

"Ooooh, bold," she says, smirking. "I didn't think you'd be flexible enough to put your legs over your shoulders."

"Ha ha ha," I deadpan. "Your legs."

"I know, I'm fucking with you. Least favorite?"

"Honestly, sixty-nine. Not a fan. Same to you."

"Anything weird where I have to hold myself in some stupid, uncomfortable position. I hooked up with this hipster barista yoga dude once, and he was all into fucking his way through the Kama Sutra. I was game, I really was, but most of the positions were just stupid, weird, and uncomfortable. Which defeats the purpose, for me." She looks at me. "Wanna know my hot take? I like good old-fashioned missionary. It's a classic for a reason."

"That is a hot take," I say. "But I agree."

"Who's your hall pass? If you were in a relationship, that is."

I shake my head and shrug. "I dunno. Never thought about it."

"Don't be boring. If you could bang any celebrity, who would it be?"

"Alexandria Daddario, I guess? I dunno. Never really cared too much about celebrities. You?"

"Henry Cavill, obviously."

"Why obviously?"

"Because he's hot as fuckballs, he's a giant nerd, which is adorable, and he just seems like a genuinely good guy. And he's hot as fuckballs."

"How often do you masturbate?"

She splutters. "Whoa…okay. Getting really personal."

"How is that any more personal than favorite sex position?" I ask.

She frowns, blinking. "I…I don't know, but it is." She bites her lip. "Every day. Sometimes more than once in a day." A shrug. "When I'm not, you know, running for my life with a sexy assassin—sorry, former assassin." A glance at me. "You?"

I hesitate. "I don't."