Rekker couldn't answer because that grab got a gasp and he almost choked on the whiskey he was drinking. He laughed though as soon as he got his breath back, setting the bottle on the ground beside the chair so he could pull the Swede in for a kiss.

"You're always a bitchy whore." And Rekker loved it as much as he didn't want to admit that. He craved the bitchy singer's company and that was getting to be about more than sex.