When Denys spoke again, the excitement and the lethal edge in his voice were almost tangible.
"The Imperial Monarch Hotel?"
"Sit tight. I'll make that bastard swallow every last pair."
I was brought back to Shirley.
Neil had his arm around her waist, his tone tender.
"Shirley, today, as long as you don't say stop, Kathryn will keep washing until you're satisfied."
"How do you like your present?"
"Oh my God, I love it! You're always so good to me, Mr. Sanchez!"
The two of them locked lips in a long, shameless kiss, as if no one else existed.
Shirley sauntered over to me with a beaming smile.
"So it turns out you didn't like barking like a dog, but you prefer doing this kind of thing? Wow. You're even trashier than I thought."
"You should've just said so. I've got plenty more at home. But wait, you're not planning to wash them standing up, are you?"
The moment the words left her mouth, Neil flicked his wrist in a signal.
The bodyguard behind me drove his foot into the back of my knee, forcing me to the ground.
Mocking laughter erupted from every direction.
"There we go. That's the proper position for getting things clean."