Lita was one of those young women who feel they can have any man they want, at least once, and Dino had hinted he’d turn her down. It was her ego that said, “So you want to do it?”
“Do what?”
She gave him a disgusted look. “Fuck, do you want to fuck after we get off shift?”
He grinned wide and bright in his dark face. “Sure, why not?” Even his answer had been calculated to make her try harder when they fucked. He was already playing her to get a second try at sex, which meant that Dino was much brighter about social stuff and women than I had ever dreamt.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” Nicky whispered into the top of my hair, which meant he hadn’t known this about Dino either. He’d fooled us both, which meant we’d both watch him more closely now and not take his friendliness for granted. If you’re good at playing people for one thing, you can be equally good at playing them for another. Hmm . . . I didn’t like suddenly wondering if Dino’s friendship was really real.
“What about you, lioness?” Meng Die asked.
Kelly was sitting on the floor now, not even pretending to be about to get up. She had pulled my jacket around her and was still shivering slightly. It all meant she wasn’t fit for duty, but we’d cross that bridge in a few minutes; if bad guys jumped me now, I felt pretty secure with the guards I had.
“What about me?” she asked.
“You could sleep with Anita; no one in St. Louis picks fights with her lovers.”
Kelly glanced up at me. “Nothing personal, Anita, but I’m just not into girls.”
I smiled. “That’s okay, it’s sort of a new thing for me, too, and I think of you as just a friend.”
Kelly laughed a little, but any laughter was good at this point.
“What about me?” Meng Die asked.
“I don’t want to sleep with you either,” Kelly said.
“I meant Anita. I even look like Jade; why pick her and not me?”
I stared at the vampire for a second or two, hoping she was joking, but she looked utterly serious. I rubbed my hands against Nicky’s arm. I was nervous, because just as Dino had surprised me with Lita, this offer from Meng Die was completely out of left field. “I thought we sort of hated each other; kind of hard to date, if that’s the case,” I said.
“Date, date”—she threw her hands up—“fucking is all I’m talking about, Anita. I know how to please a woman.”
“And that’s a big reason we could never be a couple. I’m not good at just fucking.”
“That’s not what I heard,” Lita said.
I gave her an unfriendly look.
“Be careful, Lita,” Kelly said.
“Why, are you going to step in and defend Anita?”
She shook her head. “No, but you may wish I had.”
“What does that mean?”
“No,” Meng Die said, “this is my argument. You’re late to the party, little Spanish.”
“I’ve told you, I’m not Spanish, I’m Mexican.”
“You were born here,” Meng Die said. “That makes you American.”
“My people came from Mexico.”
“Fine, I was born in China, but I don’t go around saying I’m Chinese, and I could.”
I wondered if Meng Die really didn’t like Lita, or if she was picking on her because picking on me didn’t get her anywhere. She turned back to me and said, “Answer my question, Anita. Wasn’t I pretty enough for you?”
“You’re beautiful.”
The compliment seemed to surprise her.
“But the only reason I’m with Jade is that she’s my black tiger to call; we’re metaphysically tied to each other. We didn’t exactly choose each other. I’m all full up on vampires.”
“You fuck Jason’s girlfriend when she comes into town,” Lita said.
Kelly laughed again, but this was more nervous.
I stepped away from Nicky and he moved his arm so I could do it. “First, I don’t fuck J.J.; we have sex with our shared boyfriends. Second, why the hell do you care who I fuck and who I don’t? Or are you like Meng Die here and want to be my new piece of ass?”
Lita blushed hard. Her pretty face scrunched down into angry lines. “I told you, I don’t do girls.”
“Good, because neither do I. I do women; little girls need time to grow the fuck up.”
She called me something bad in Spanish.
“Puta, really, that’s the best insult you got? I’ve been called the Whore of Babylon on national TV; puta just doesn’t quite cut it.”
“Who called you that on TV?” she asked.
“Malcolm, the head of the Church of Eternal Life, before we came to an understanding.”
“Before you and Jean-Claude fucked him and rolled him, you mean,” Lita said.
“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” I asked.
“Don’t hurt her until tomorrow,” Dino said, “as a favor to me.”
I turned and looked back at the big man and tried to read his face. He looked pleasant, like he usually did, but I knew now that there was a hell of a lot more going on behind that smiling face than I’d known. Insight into your friends is good; insight that makes you wonder if they’re really your friend or just a really well-socialized sociopath, not so good.
“Just for you, and if she stops saying insulting things, I’ll let it go until after you’ve fucked her,” I said.