Frankie
"Come on," Ari pleaded as she tugged my hand. "The ferry doesn't leave for Seattle until sunrise. So we have hours to kill and no other place to go."
"Well The Vault is not on the top of my list as places to go to kill time," I said, freeing my hand from her grip.
I refused to look into her blue eyes. I had a weakness for them, and even more so for that little pout of hers when she wanted to get her way.
"You're acting like you've never been to a sex club before," she teased.
"I've been to plenty. And I've also been to The Vault. It's not a place we're bringing you."
Ari looked at Lotto and Bones, who were at least wise enough not to say anything, although their smirks told me they were enjoying watching the way Ari could always get her way with me.
