Page 31 of Black Light: Cured

She takes one look at Master Spencer and plants her hands on the bar before vaulting over.

Honestly, I never even knew she could move that fast. Like a bolt of lightning, she races to his side

and grabs onto his arm. I too race over, just to help calm the situation down if I can.

“That bastard asked for a happy ending,” Master Spencer seethes, yanking open the curtain to

reveal Master Aiden with his pants open at his hips. “What in the fuck were you thinking, you stupid

bastard?”

Master Aiden’s eyes zip from Master Spencer to me and back to him. “Getting dressed. What

does it look like?”

“You know good and goddamn well what I’m talking about. How dare you ask Lila for a happy

ending?”

Eyes flashing, he moves his gaze out to the main room where a few people are already filtering in.

Sighing, he shakes his head and continues yanking on his clothes. “If you’re quite done trying to

humiliate me, I’d like to finish getting dressed.”

“Oh,” Master Spencer snorts. “Humiliation should be the least of your worries right now. You’re

going to pay for disrespecting Lila like that.”

Disregarding his state of undress, he wraps his fingers around Master Aiden’s arm and drags him

out to stand before the judge and jury.

“Let go of me,” Master Aiden replies, his eyes never leaving mine. “This is between Lila and I.”

“Like hell it is. The moment you opened your fucking mouth, it became a problem between you

and me.”

My mouth drops open as Master Aiden’s lips curl up into a feral smirk as he glares at me. Like

this is my fault. But it’s not. It’s his. Not only that, but I’ve tried. Klara tried.

“Hey Lila! Still got me down in an hour, right?” As if moving through molasses, I turn to face

Austin, the baseball player I’ve worked on several times.

“Yes, of course, but—” My gaze turns back toward the trainwreck playing out in front of me.

Once he seems to realize who’s going to be on my table that night, Master Aiden’s shoulders pull

back, as if trying to make himself bigger. Like that’s going to scare away someone like Master Austin.

Besides, I’ve made it abundantly clear that nothing inappropriate happens on my table. What does he

have to be pissed about?

Master Spencer’s face is beet red as he continues to harangue Master Aiden, and what’s worse,