Mercy

Chapter Thirteen

"I don't believe you."

Lillian shrugged nonchalantly as a smug grin grew on her face.

"Just because you're too afraid to have sex in a helicopter doesn't mean that I didn't."

Ethan shook his head and chuckled.

"I've fucked women on rooftops and balconies and sometimes in front of a large crowd," Ethan laughed and shook his head. "But rough sex in a flying helicopter, hard pass. "

"Well you're missing out," Lillian giggled. "Turbulence adds an extra kick when you're a few hundred feet in the air."

Ethan shook his head as he finished off another gin and tonic.

Lillian was a breath of fresh air, her aura was warm and inviting and her smile was extremely infectious. Her failure to flirt properly was deeply compensated by her bubbly and friendly personality.

Ethan would have lied to himself if he thought Lillian was pure soul, despite the fact she masked it well. Sure, she couldn't flirt out of a paper bag as he had tried in vain to assist her, but Ethan knew she had some vices. Vices that might even trump his own.

"So what's your favorite sex position?" Lillian inquired as she sipped her third shirley temple and began to swing her feet.

"Why is it always sex with you?" Ethan teased though his mind began to ponder on the question.

"Isn't that why you're here?" Lillian laughed. "Plus, sex is always a great topic."

"I was invited and have no intention to know what's going on here," Ethan grimaced as he began to survey the area once again for any chance of finding Zyporrah. "And you're right, also missionary and cunnilingus."

"So boring!" Lillian whined. "I would have thought you were more adventurous."

"I know karma sutra like the back of my hand, woman!" Ethan huffed. "Also you said favorites, not the craziest position you've ever done."

"You're right," Lillian said as she swirl the straw in her glass. "Still boring though."

"Obviously you've never been eaten out properly," Ethan replied as he rolled his eyes. "What's yours?"

"Amazon and lotus," Lillian gleamed as she grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Of course," Ethan laughed. "Why am I not suprised, you're like venus fly trap."

"How dare you sir!" Lillian exclaimed as she clutched her chest in shock.

Ethan looked at Lillian unabashed as she looked hurt.

"You haven't moved from your seat because your date told you so, but will hold his legs in the air and fuck him into oblivion before the night is out," Ethan commented as he watched Lillian quickly drop her act and blush profusely. "I pray that your lover's knees are in good shape, and you know I'm right."

"Well what about you?" Lillian huffed as her brightened face was slowly began to fade. "If I'm a venus fly trap, then what are you?"

"Normal," Ethan grinned.

"You're far from normal," Lillian scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "You're worse than me."

"I doubt that's possible," Ethan retorted. "Sure I'm a slut and pervert, but in comparison to you, I am very normal."

Lillian smirked at Ethan's poor defense.

"You know what I think," Lilian said as she looked Ethan up and down. "I think you know what you are."

"Which is?" Ethan asked in a bored expression.

"One of us." Lillian grinned.

Ethan looked at Lillian as if she had grown five heads.

"I saw you when you walked inside," Lillian said as she turned towards Ethan and sipped her drink. "There was not a single drop of uncertainty, fear, or curiosity in your bones when you sat with The Master."

"Aren't you mistaking my attitude with confidence?" Ethan quipped as he leaned on the counter.

"You're right, you were confident," Lillian agreed as she continued to gaze at Ethan. "But I've seen confident men shrink and quake because they felt so out of place when coming here, but you. . . You felt comfortable. You felt at home."

"I don't even know what takes place here," Ethan defended. "And I'm not curious to find out."

"Your body knows," Lillian smirked.

"My body knows a lot of things," Ethan huffed in response. He didn't like what Lillian was implying, he would have rather continued joking and chatting with the woman than have her try to figure him out. That only led to problems for him.

"No, your body wants one thing," Lillian said as she leaned and gripped Ethan's leg. "Your body wants p-"

"Lillian, what are you doing?"

Ethan and Lillian quickly turned to see a slightly overweight man. He wore a black t-shirt and faded jeans with black, grey, and dark blue wristbands on his left wrist. His dark brown hair was messy and his grey eyes looked sternly at Lillian.

"I. . . I was just talking Quillon." Lillian responded as her face began to pale.

"You talk with your eyes, not with your hands." Quillon retorted. "Remove your hands off of him now and put your hands in your lap."

Lillian quickly did so while straightening her back, looking forward and away from Ethan. Raising an eyebrow at this, Ethan was extremely perplexed at what had occurred and very annoyed with Lillian's date.

"So you're the asshat that left her alone for so long," Ethan said as he rose from the bar stool and stood in front of Quillon.

"What I do is no concern of yours newcomer," Quillion replied as his frown deepened. "So I suggest that you wander somewhere else."

"Or what?" Ethan challenged.

Both men began to tense, slowly preparing to trade blows despite the happy atmosphere around them until hearing a familiar voice caused them to quickly turn their way.

"Quillon, why did you walk off?"

Emerging inside the restaurant from the patio area was Zyporrah.

Dressed in a spaghetti strap pink champagne jumper, sparkling gold four inch pumps, styling a messy bun, and wearing black, grey, blue, and purple wristbands on her left wrist; Zyporrah had captivated Ethan once again.

Her cheerful demeanor had quickly turned into shock as she caught sight of Ethan near Quillon.

"Well if you excuse me Tubby, I guess I will wander somewhere else," Ethan said as he flashed a toothy grin towards Quillon. "Miss. Hayes, why don't you join me?"

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