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A/N: Okay, so this is hella late and I'm so sorry about that. But it's okay, I got something in this chapter that should make up for it's lateness. We're going to have another one of those steamy chapters and I really, really got steamy for this one, like I really tried to amp it up for you. Don't forget to tell me what you think and I'll see you on Wednesday!
Chapter 154
As soon as he planted that bug at Kiana's Hula Company he knew that he'd have to tell Ellie. He hadn't known that she was on that particular case he just knew that the PA was on it. So it worked out. It would be easier to explain what he had done and how he had found himself in this situation to her and she's probably sympathize with him too. He'd also be able to convince her to go along with his plan a little easier than anyone else, and she'd probably get a judge to see things his way too.
But it wasn't going too well at that point.
"Look Steve, there is nothing I would love more that to see Kiana Thompson indicted, but she's got the best defense attorney's covering her ass," Ellie said as she walked beside him.
"I understand that. All I need is her client list," Steve said. Since they had established that both his vics, Brooke and the John she had been seeing, Warring, were probably murdered by the same person, Warring for an unknown reason, and Brooke because she had witnessed Waring's murder. The running theory was that a different client of Thompson's was involved in both, since it all tied back to her anyway.
"If it was that easy, don't you think I'd have it already?" she asked. "I have a feeling there are some pretty powerful people on it that don't want their names getting out."
But that didn't help him or his people. He had a man who owned the boat that was used to dump Brooke's body in the marine pod that Waring had owned. So far he wasn't connected to either of them, but if he could prove that he was also a client of Thompson's he'd break the case and Rowan could get herself out of that fucking Company.
"Okay listen, Sheridan is a prime suspect in two homicides. Right? Brooke Waiakea was a dancer at the Manoa Hula Company and David Waring was a client. That's gotta be enough for a judge to sign off on a warrant."
When Ellie just made a face at him, Steve sighed. Time to confess. "Alright, alright, how about this… what would you say if I could get you information… all that proof you want… what would you say then?"
"How would you be able to do that Steve?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest to glare at him.
"Well… uh…I may… I may have a man on the inside right now, and they're ready to bug the place if you want to move forward with that."
"You've got a man on the… what?"
"Yeah, but you gotta move fast, cause she's already bugged and uh… they're gonna send her to seduce me soon. Like this afternoon."
Ellie balked at this, clearly not understanding what was happening. "Steven what are you talking about?"
Okay, time to start at the beginning. "You know how Rowan mentioned she landed a job today?"
"Oh God, I think I know what's happened… alright… yeah… I remember her mentioning a new job…" Ellie asked a smile sneaking onto her face.
"Well, turns out it was at Thompson's Hula Company."
"Oh god I was expecting it but it's still… seriously? You've got to be shitting me!"
"I have Rowan bugged right now, I already know that they want her to show up at my office, hide a camera there, record us having sex and then take the evidence back with her," he said. "We're going to put a tracking bug on the SD card so that when she accesses the file, we'll have access to her computers… what are the chances we get a judge to sign off on that little covert op?"
"Not high Steven."
"Okay… but what if the Governor said it was okay?"
"And he'd do that?"
"He does a lot of unexplainable things where Rowan is involved… uh… that used to be because she could get info from a known terrorist though… not sure if he'll do it now."
"Well ask him, this may be just the break we need," she said as Steve pulled out his phone.
Steve nodded, turned half away and then turned back. "Uh… just a question."
"Sure?"
"You didn't really have someone perfect lined up for her right?"
"Steven… your girl is working for an escort service I doubt my pick is going to matter when she has rich guys wining and dining her all the time."
"Uh… excuse me, Rowan is not that kind of girl. She doesn't care about money and that sort of stuff…"
"Every girl cares about that, Steve, most of us just don't tell our men about it," she said which caused Steve to frown. He made money, of course, he wasn't destitute but he wasn't a millionaire. He couldn't provide for her the way one of Thompson's clients could. But Rowan didn't really care about that… that's what she had always said… she lied about a lot of things but she wasn't lying about that… right?
"And Jeff is perfect for her. He plays guitar, he volunteers at animal shelters, and he's got that physique that she likes so much."
Well that the hell did that mean? Physique, Rowan had a physique she liked best? "Okay, can you please, please stop talking about my girlfriend like that, and don't you fucking give that Jeff guy her number."
"Oh… so now she's your girlfriend?"
"She's always been my girlfriend I just… you know… I don't like labels, I'm not at a place where I'm comfortable with them so could you just… please. Fucking stop it. And don't you tell her either," he warned and she just smiled but agreed. She raised her hands in mock surrender and then Steve finally put his call in to the Governor and Ellie went to go see about convincing a judge.
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*This scene contains smut that might be considered offensive, this is not how they'd normally act but they're playing a part so please remember that. Please Skip to the next scene if you don't want to read it*
Every man's corruptible, and you're his weak spot. If you can seduce him… if you can get that on camera… we'll be untouchable.
She had put up a valiant fight, she cooed on about morals, and about how she'd never sleep with him for money, no matter how fucking cute Steven was. And then she dropped the amount on the table, reminded Rowan about her so-called debts, which didn't exist but she let Kiana think she had, and then she graciously accepted.
She was then supplied with a small camera and then was told to get into his office, hide it, seduce him and then have him fuck her in front of the camera. She could then hold it above the high and mighty McGarrett, have Five-0 in her pocket and then never have to worry about the popo ever again.
So, Rowan got herself into the Palace, went into Steve's office. Dimmed the lights, closed the blinds, and then changed into the hula outfit he had liked so much, minus the flowers cause she had forgotten them and if they actually ended up having sex they'd probably just get crushed anyway which was a waste.
Once that was done, she hid the camera, turned it on and then waited for Steven. And since they planned it, it only took sixty seconds for him to come into his office, realize she was there and then come to a complete standstill, being sure to close the door entirely.
Rowan knew she had a job here, Steve hadn't been able to call her about it, but she had received an email from Kono with instructions. No set lines, but they were treating this as a scene, they had to go about being natural and all that, and she had to get him to say he'd pay to fuck her. Which was ridiculous cause the man was cheap and he could get her for free. Which was why she was never worried Steve was going to cheat on her with a prostitute.
Still she put on her best inviting smile and hit him with a: "Hey there sailor."
"What are you doing in my office?" he asked as he locked the door quietly and then took a step towards her.
"Well… Mrs. Thompson wanted to thank you for your discrete questioning today and since she noticed you… eyeing me…"
"Oh, she noticed that hmm?"
"Oh yes. She thought you might like a… private dance…"
"Interesting," he said regarding her carefully. "But you're not one of the dancers.
"Oh, but I've been learning, would you like to see?" she asked with a grin.
Steve reached out for her, his hands snatching her by her sides and tugging her to his chest. "I think I want a little more than a dance…"
Rowan flattened her hands to his chest to keep him from ducking down to kiss her. Because if he kissed her, she'd forget the rest of her lines. "Now… I don't know what you've heard…"
"I know that Manoa Hula Company is a front for an escort service," he whispered huskily, burring his head into her neck so the words came out hot against her skin. "We both know what she sent you here for."
Rowan pushed away from him, putting the desk in between her and him. She bit her lip in that way he liked so much already he was growling at her. "I was sent to give you a preview of our… services… if you want a full show, you'll have to… pay."
Within seconds he had her pinned against the cupboards behind his desk, conveniently blocking the camera. For a moment he just kissed her, and she almost let him have her then and there, but they weren't done with their scene yet, that wasn't where it was supposed to end.
She managed to wiggle out of his grip, but he caught her from behind again, pulling her back against him and then pushing her onto his desk, she could feel him straining to get her and already she was wet for him.
He leant forward caging her between his chest and his desk, his hands moving off of her hips, one up to her chest and under that red tube top she was wearing but probably wasn't going to be on her for much longer while the other disappeared under that grass skirt she was wearing.
Once his fingers were inside her that was Rowan's mind gone. One hand pinching her nipple, his mouth running hot against her skin, his breath warm and panting in her ear and those fucking fingers. Two fingers, as deep as they could go, quivering against whatever they could reach, pulling out and sliding back in in a rhythm that only they knew. She had spun out of his grasp to kiss him before she could stop herself, sitting herself up on his desk and pulling him in between her legs.
She gave him a few free more minutes before she finally pushed him away from her. Steve, who had never been pushed away from her before, blinked his eyes in surprise and shock.
She smiled at him, gave him her best fuck me eyes and said: "Preview over."
Steve swore, the word primal and animalistic against the silence of the room. His chest heaving as he looked her up and down. "Alright… and how much for the rest?" he asked. "How much for a full show."
Rowan pulled him back to her, her hands making quick work of unbuttoning that black shirt she fucking loved on him, with his chest bared she ran her hands up and down them, moving with each heaving breath he took. She looked up, her nose millimetres from her, but she refused to let him kiss her, even if he was leaning into her petting. "For you… you I can do half off for," she whispered to him. "Say… three grand?"
He seemed to think this over, he faltered against her, his eyes blinking. "Are you uh… worth it?" he asked.
Rowan smiled at him, her hand slipping down his pants to grip him in her hands, he was so hard, so hot and already sticky for her, just the way she liked him. Steve gasped and pitched forward, collapsing into her grasp, which let her whisper: "Why don't you try me out and find out for yourself?" against his ear.
"Done," he answered almost immediately and like that he was on her, his lips claiming hers, his arms coming around her, pinning her to him. All the work was already done, her thighs were already parted for him, her panties, thin and easily moved, had been pushed aside by his fingers long before this. One button and a zipper and he was in her.
This was like nothing else they had done before. The frantically hurried and quickie was a mastered and well-liked move of theirs. But this time was different. There was something about this that got her blood pumping. She felt naughty and wild and a little dirty but with Steve doing sinful things to her with his tongue she didn't quite fucking care. She forgot all about that camera recording them and lost herself in his erratic thrusts and his suddenly harshness, she didn't even care when he got a little rough, in fact she welcomed it.
Her legs clamped around him, her hands resting at his sides, her nail digging into his ribs as he liked. His mouth was leaving marks she could feel them, all over her neck, her shoulder, burning biting marks but she didn't tell him to stop, he angled her, lowering her closer to the desk and he went deeper into her and a small cry of delight escaped her.
A hand clamped over her mouth to stop the rest of it and then he pushed her the rest of the way down until her back was against the desk. He kissed her then, to keep her from making another noises, his tongue swirling about her in a leisurely manner. He had slowed, slowed to kiss the sense out of her head and it worked but she wanted that speed, that depth back.
"Stay there and stay quiet," he ordered, his hands going back to her waist. She obeyed him, she was his to command, his eyes burning down on her branding her better than any of the marks did. He tugged her, her body sliding back to his and then he thrust. That single thrust went deeper than anything else had, her mouth opened and he quickly slid out.
"No, no, no," she moaned and he laughed at her as her hands travelled to his hips to bring her back to him, but he swatted her hands away and pushed her back to the desk before she could get back up.
"What did I say?" he taunted "Stay down, stay quiet, or I won't pleasure you." Oh, how cruel. He'd be getting words about this once he was done with this case. But at that time all she could do was bring her hands to her mouth, putting her knuckles between her teeth so that when he did it again nothing escaped her but she did almost break skin biting back her cries of ecstasy. He continued to thrust, deep fast and hard, he had her wrap her legs around him to keep him there so his hands could explore her. Traveling up the creamy skin of her things, her stomach, before settling at that soaking wet pearl right above. One touch of it and her back arched, it was too much, too much combined, if he did that again…
And then he was massaging it, thrusting deep and massaging her watching her writhe and arch on his desk in front of her until that starburst exploded inside her, her back arching so far of his desk she was certain she was doing a gymnastic move.
After collapsing back to his desk and there was a resounding growl of "Fuck," and that was all she needed to know that just watching her had set him off, combined with his hands grabbing hers and forcing them above her head while he slammed his body down on hers was the signal that he was about to come too.
He looked into her eyes, nothing short of heated desire and wonderment dazzling in those baby blues of his, and then he kissed her. He kissed her hard, her hands trapped in his grip, her legs tightly around him, his cock deep inside her and in four more varied thrusts he too came to that explosive crescendo. His own cry swallowed up in their kiss.
This would be where they would cuddle, normally. She wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next. But he let go of her hands, slowly and carefully stood himself up, letting her sit up. He was still between her legs, but he braced himself against the desk so he could catch his breath so she lounged back and did the same.
"So, what do you think?" she asked. "Was I worth it?"
He looked up to her a smile on his face, and he kissed her nose. "You're always worth it," he whispered and Rowan groaned.
"Steven!" she cried. "Now we have to make the movie again!"
Steve just laughed her. "God babe you know I'm always up for round two," he said as he pressed kisses against her jaw line. "But I think… I think I'm gonna need more time to catch my breath after that…"
Rowan scowled at him but sat back and watched as he fixed up his cock and straightened up his pants. Reaching past her to get tissues for himself before handing her some to let her clean herself up. Usually they would take a shower together, he liked cleaning her off, though it also usually led to shower sex too. God, they had a lot of sex.
Still, this was the most detached he had ever been after one of their trysts and she wasn't sure she liked it or was handling it well. She was sure if it was because the camera was still on, as Steve was pulling it out of the hiding spot and fiddling with it, or if it was because of how good that sex was, sometimes he got a little distance if there was too much emotion in something. Steve couldn't handle emotions that strong.
So, she opted for a joke. "Well if I'm that good maybe this is the job I should be in, maybe I've found my real calling,"
Steve looked up at her, his eyes blinking as he took that in. "I swear to god Rowan… if you get actual clients…"
"For godsake Steve you're my only client," she snapped putting client in air quotes. "I was obviously joking. But seriously are we going to have to do that again?" her hand went to her neck which was starting to sting, god how dark were the marks on her neck? "I don't know if my neck can handle it."
Steve brushed her hair aside to look at the damage. "Holy shit, babe… I didn't realize… I left a lot of marks," he whispered.
Rowan waved it off, it had been part of the experience, besides she had a lot of practice covering Steve's hickeys.
But Steve wasn't going to let it go. "Seriously, did I hurt you? I got a bit rough there… you know with the character I was playing, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, god he looked so concerned. But she had liked him being rough with her, granted she didn't think she handle it as an all-the-time thing, but she didn't mind it every now and then.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I actually liked it," she told him and h turned his sheepishly proud grin away from her. "But seriously, Steven, do we have to do it again… you know to get the ending right?"
"No… uh… I'm just gonna have Toast scrub it… make it look like the video file was corrupted or something…" he said.
"Oh… but if you're going to do that… why did we… you know go all the way?" she asked. "I could have just given her a corrupted SD card, I played up the whole ditz thing she'd totally believe I'd fuck this up"
"I know, and I wasn't going to but uh… you put your hands down my pants and I kinda forgot…" he said. "Though to be honest… that whole… finger banging from behind fuck… I think you had me there… probably would have agreed to Ten grand to get the rest of the show."
"Oh yeah that good?"
"Course… I can't resist you, you know that," he said kissing her again and Rowan grinned at him. That was right! This amazing, perfect, so handsome it sometimes hurt to look at him, man wanted her, couldn't resist her. Take that!
"Mmm," Rowan agreed, letting him kiss him a little bit longer before they moved forwards. "So uh… how is this gonna…"
"Well... uh… Toast is gonna destroy the sex part of this, all she'll have is the me agreeing to it, and then it'll appear corrupted, when she opens the file it will launch the tracking software as well and from there, we'll be able to get the client list…"
"So, you're going to make Toast watch..." "Hell no…" "He's just going to scrub it?" "Yeah" "What if he… maybe… kept it… for us… you know… not for him. For us…"
"Uh… and why would we want that?" Steve asked sliding up to her again, his arms wrapping around her as her hands came to his shoulders.
She smiled huskily up to him. "Uh… well… I thought… I thought it might be nice to maybe… keep it for us. To watch back? See the high lights? See if there's any room for…. uh… improvement?"
Steve nibbled at her lips and she almost lost her fucking mind again. To torture him right back she sunk her own teeth into his lower lip and for a minute the two lost themselves to their kisses.
"Uh… well… I don't think there's really anything we need to improve, but uh… I can make sure he saves a copy for me if you'd like."
"Yes, I would."
"Well alright then."
"Are you uh… maybe up for…" She didn't even get to ask him, once again he had her up against his desk her thighs parted so he could be between them once more.
"I thought you'd never fucking ask," he growled into her neck and Rowan answered by clamping her legs around his waist and stripping him of that black shirt that had his eyes standing out in ways that should have been illegal, properly that time.
God, they needed to do stuff like this more often.
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Rowan returned to the Manoa Hula Company sore all over and on a complete and utter high. She was grinning like an idiot she couldn't help it. Even if she was sore, even though she was certain that by tomorrow she wouldn't be able to walk. Though, if she was this sore, how did Steve feel?
She stumbled into Kiana Thompson's office and just sat down in front of her with that grin on her face while the older woman just stared at her.
"Well I take it our plan worked," she said as she took in Rowan's messed up hair, her giant grin and the dreamy look on his face.
"Oh god, he was so… good…" she said to her. "The things he did to me. Fuck. I swear. They were… oh god. Just so fucking good. And his body… oh my god when he took his shirt off…"
"Okay, yes, yes, where's the camera?" she snapped and Rowan pulled it out of her bag. She had originally wanted to give Rowan a webcam of sorts to get a live showing, but then they figured, since they were aiming for this to be done in his office, that Five-0 would detect a rogue Wi-Fi signal and shut them down, or at least… she wouldn't be able to get footage, and if they found out she had put a camera in his office, McGarrett would never trust them again. They'd never get another chance if they got caught, no matter how much McGarrett wanted her.
So the camera Rowan had was a standard video camera, smaller, compact, and all Rowan had to do was distract him enough to not notice where she had hidden it. Which didn't matter cause Steve had known it was there. But Kiana didn't know that.
She handed her the camera and Kiana happily pulled it out of her grasp. She had the SD card out of it seconds later and then Rowan was watching on bated-breath as she slid the SD card into her computer.
As soon as she clicked the file Rowan sat back let the SD do all the work of tracking. She clicked play and then Rowan could hear Steven talking to her. There would be a lot that Kiana would witness, at least the finger fucking, before he agreed. Actually she wasn't entirely sure how much Toast would scrub out.
"Ohh, it's dark…" Kiana said as she watched. She heard Steve pinning her against the cupboards and she knew what would come next.
"I uh… I thought the dimness would hide the camera better… isn't what he says more important anyway?"
"That's true," she said as she watch Steve pin her to his desk. "Wow… he really was keen on you wasn't he?"
Rowan nodded… right so she was going to see all of that then… she tried not to be embarrassed but she couldn't help it.
For you… I can do half off… say… three grand?
"Three grand? You thought three grand was half off?" Kiana asked. Steven said Deal and just like that it cut out.
"Wait… what?!" she cried, "What happened?"
Rowan quickly stood up and crossed to the desk where the video had ended and a large popup said video corrupted. "I… I don't know… I didn't touch anything… I swear!" she cried. "Oh… no… I did… uhm… I did… kind of… maybe drop a drink on it…"
Kiana turned a groan at her and then sighed. "Okay, no, this is okay, he agreed to pay, we have that on camera, plus he fairly attacks you a few times, so where's the money?"
"The money?" Rowan echoed.
"Yeah, the three grand. Where's the three grand?"
"Oh… I was supposed to grab the money?" she asked.
"You didn't… you didn't…" she echoed. "You let him fuck you for free?"
"Well… no!" Rowan cried. "He agreed to three grand… I assumed he'd settle that up with you?"
And then Kiana went off about how stupid she was and all of that, but Rowan's eyes were on a book beside the computer. It wasn't open but Rowan would recognize an illegal ledger anywhere. The Stepanov's had had one, so did Wo.
The client list wasn't on Kiana's computer. She had gone old school, it was sitting right there. Rowan quickly turned back to Kiana, donned a chastised face, kept repeating that she was sorry and then waited for her opportunity.
When Kiana stood up from her desk Rowan made a show of trying to move out of the way but she stayed fully in Kiana's way so she had no choice but to sweep her out of the way. Once she had stormed past Rowan and the desk, Rowan quickly snatched up the ledger, slipped it into her bag and then followed her out.
"I really am sorry!" Rowan cried. "I could try again! You know? I'm sure he wouldn't…"
"No, we'd need to get him here, get him in my office, he still has to pay after all, since someone forgot to take payment," she snapped.
Rowan winced at her. "I didn't know that I had to do that, I thought you would? Besides he didn't have cash on him."
"Of course," she snapped. "Rule number one, until I see the green, no man gets in between."
Ew. That was a shitty rhyme. "You didn't tell me that," Rowan reminded her but Kiana was already storming away and ordering her to go home. She'd fix this, she said, she'd get McGarrett agreeing and paying for round two on camera and then Rowan could see him again, and not a moment later.
So Rowan left. Precious cargo still in her bag. Kiana none the wiser, only expecting her back for practice that afternoon.
It had been a long time since she had had to do that. Apparently she hadn't lost her touch.
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It didn't take long. Once Steve had the ledger, once Steve had a name he could throw at Sheridan, he caught the man who killed both Waring, and then Brooke who had witnessed that first murder. But it left one string dangling, the question of who told him that Brooke had been there? He hadn't known before, he hadn't killed her when he killed Waring, he hadn't known she was there. That left them with the question of who had told him, but it was easy to get that out of their murderer too.
Steve, Danny and Ellie all returned to the Manoa Hula Company, and found Kiana Thompson just leaving her office, dressed up nicely but she looked quite frazzled at their appearance, but she might have been frazzled in advance.
"Hey, you uh… you heading out?" Steve asked her stopping her in her tracks.
"Yes, I'm heading to a venue. I hear you enjoyed your private hula… show," she said with an acidic sort of smile on her face. "Heard you upgraded to a full show as well. Now, law enforcement or not I'll expect you to pay… in full. And, of course, whenever you want another showing, you can call me up, same girl or different, doesn't matter."
"Yeah I don't think I'm going to have to do anything."
Ellie stepped out from behind him and proudly said: "Kiana Thompson, you're under arrest."
"For what? What, your office couldn't make a case against me, so you bring your bulldogs here to try and scare me?" Kiana scoffed.
"Actually, it's got nothing to do with our case, though I have a feeling I'm going to make a break in mine really soon," she said shooting Steve a playful grin.
"Yeah. You're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder," Danny added and Kiana scoffed.
Ellie shrugged and smiled at her. "I just wanted to be here to see you get taken away."
"Now, you see, when Brooke witnessed David Waring's murder, she went home and she called you," Steve told her. "You told her you were gonna protect her, take care of everything. But instead you called Robert Young."
"I mean I get it," Danny said. "Brooke wasn't worth you losing two clients in one night."
Steve went for his cuffs and Kiana took a step away from him.
"Oh, I don't think so. You're not going to do that Commander," she warned. "With what I have on you… I could ruin you. You hear me… I'll take you down with me."
"And what do you have on me Kiana?"
"I have video evidence of you paying to sleep with one my girls."
Steve nodded. "Yeah, well… that's going to be really hard since the actual sex part of the video was corrupted," he said which caused Kiana's smirk to fade. "And really, all you have is me having sex with my girlfriend in my office. But you can feel free to bring that up with the Governor, I'm sure I'll get a reprimand for that at least."
"What? Girlfriend… Oh I see? So you slept with her once and now she's your girlfriend? How much are you paying for that? Or do you fancy you saved her from the life of a call girl?"
"Nope, actually we've been dating for six months now, she's lived in my house for about 8, would you say it's 8 months now Danny?" he asked. Danny nodded and added: "Maybe around nine. Almost a year I'd say."
"Yeah, and that's just how long she's been living with me. I've known her for longer," Steve said. "Sometimes when I'm really stuck she helps me with my cases."
"Helps you with your…"
"I needed access to your office and your files, Rowan was already here and she's good at getting in and out of places. You never even saw it come did you?"
"Nope, she didn't even notice me snatching up her client list book, she's been looking for it for the last three hours, and it's been hilarious," Rowan said coming out from the back office fanning herself with a fan made of money. In her arms was stacks of it, and a secondary book, Kiana was staring at her horrified but Rowan was just smiling. "Don't look so upset Kiana, it wasn't all fake. Up until this morning when he showed up to question you the first time, I had no idea what was happening. I honest to god really just needed a job and I was super excited to work for you… you know until you decided to pimp me out. Oh! I still have the bug in the waistband of my skirt, I have the whole conversation taped."
"It's live Rowan, we heard it already, it was how I knew you were coming to my office to hide a camera…"
"Ah… right… Well anyway, you picked a really good time to show up cause my full profile went live and she was talking about a client list. It's apparently quiet long as I have a lot of interest"
Steve scowled at her but Rowan just smiled. "Are we good?" she asked. She then took the money and handed it to Ellie. "I have a feeling you've been having a hard time with a money trail?" she asked. Ellie just stared at her. "Well it was in her safe."
"You got her safe open?' Steve asked. Rowan blinked her eyes at him and then cocked her head to the side and said: "You told Kiana Thompson I'm your girlfriend… in front of people."
"Okay yeah it was just easier than explaining..."
"So, I am your girlfriend then?"
"Rowan can we not talk about this right now?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "You know what I want to talk about? Do you get to keep that hula girl outfit?"
Rowan shook her head at him and Steve tried not to smile to large. At least that was that conversation deflected for the time being.
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Steve thought everything was fine. He and Rowan went home and played out the naughty Prostitute in a Hula Costume and the Dirty… in more way than one… Cop who had arrested her fantasy a little longer. He even got his cuffs involved. She really would do anything to get out of another arrest, but she still spent time in jail… with him… and his dick… and hot damn that night had been past amazing. They needed to roleplay more often. And he needed to cuff her up more often, fuck he'd even let her put the cuffs on him if she got herself sexy cop outfit.
But then she disappeared in the morning and didn't come back until after dinner. Steve had been surprised, she hadn't answered any of his calls that day.
"Where have you been?" he asked. "Keep in mind, if your next words aren't: I was looking for a suitably slutty cop costume and failed because none of them were slutty enough I'm going to be very angry with you."
"I was practicing with the girls," she said like that didn't raise more questions. "I was gonna call you at lunch but I got a call from Jeff…"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, JEFF?" he asked. "She actually gave… did you talk to him?"
"Yeah he asked me out."
"WHAT? Rowan!" he cried, but she was already across the living room pressed into his embrace and for a moment he forgot to be mad because she was kissing him and he was kissing her back with all the passion he felt boiling in his blood to remind her that she was with him and not Jeff.
"You gotta get ready though, we gotta dinner and show lined up for us, oh and I invited Ellie so you can yell at her. So, my dangerous, sexy, dirty, dirty, dirty cop, go get yourself all prettied up."
She then pushed him towards the stairs, slapping his ass as he went and for a while he completely forgot that he wanted questions until he was sitting down at one of the picnic benches with all his friends and Ellie while Rowan was… god, he didn't know where she was, but Kamekona was bringing out a large platter for them to share.
"Kay, the last time she brought us here for a show we were in a flash dance mob," Danny said to him once the platter was in front of them. "What's this about?"
"Well it is a marketing ting, since the last one did so well, but this time I'm paying her not the other way around," he said. "All of y'all are getting free meals for a month."
Aw Rowan and her trade-offs, why didn't she ever ask for money?
"What is she doing?" Steve asked.
"You know dat girl, she got herself another song to sing," he said.
Grace, sandwiched between Danny and Kono began to bounce. She then turned to Ellie who was between Steve and Chin. "You're going to love this, Rowan sings the best, best songs!"
"Oh the best?" Ellie echoed and then Steve grabbed her attention.
"You gave Jeff Rowan's number after I explicitly asked you not to?" he growled.
Ellie faked innocence. "No. I gave it to him before you asked me not to. I told him not to call her, but I showed him her photo before he agreed to take her number and I guess he figured he'd give it a shot. She is quite the catch."
Steve sighed and shook his head at her. This wasn't funny. None of this was funny but she was smiling and he was trying to not strangle her with his own two hands.
The crowd around them cheered and girls, that all looked very familiar, came out in cute little hula outfits, except their grass skirts were really short. They all climbed up onto the benches and that was when he noticed Rowan climbing up on theirs, using Steve and Jerry's shoulders to get up. Once they were up she waved to the crowd.
"Wait a second, aren't those Kiana Thompson's Hula Girls?" Ellie asked but Steve was too busy watching Rowan who was purposely avoiding him. She had a one of those headset mics and she was finally addressing the crowd.
"Alright, Welcome to Beats on the Beach sponsored by Kamekona's Shrimp Truck. We're going to hit you with a few tunes and for the next hour Shrimp platters will be half off, so go and get them while they're hot."
Rowan then signaled to someone and a light poppy beat filled the air.
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'. I ain't wearin' nada. I'm sittin' pretty, impatient, but I know you gotta. Put in them hours, I'mma make it hotter. I'm sending pic after picture, I'mma get you fired.
God this song, this song was pretty good. Grace liked it, she was swaying along and he was okay with her skirt being a little too short that he could almost see up it at that angle. The real problem was when it got to the chorus and the real sexy moves came out.
You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work, But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work. You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work. Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work. We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh.
Steve stared her in horror. Those moves, the way everyone around was just ogling her and the girls on the table. Why the fuck would she think this was a good idea to do, in front of him… in front of a beach of people.
Steve wanted nothing more than to reach up and pull her down, cover her up and let no one else see her. But she was mid song and he couldn't do that to her, so he was forced to let her finish. But once that song was done and everyone was clapping and cheering for the girl, Steve grabbed her and ripped her down and into his arms. She was all smiles as soon as she was in his lap.
"Hey there sailor," she whispered to him but he just shook his head at her. "Did you miss me?"
"I'm gonna kill you," he growled against her lips.
"Why?" she asked kissing him softly like she didn't know why he was angry with her.
"Those are mine… all of that, that dance, this… everything… how dare you share that with the world…" he said.
"Well… sometimes… I'm going to share it… especially if it get us free food… besides, it wasn't that bad, remember in your office… now… would you like to share that?"
"Fuck no. How could you… just… never again, you understand me, that… that is for me, and me alone and so help me if you go on a date with that guy Ellie gave your number to… I'll… god… just… so help me..."
"Aw Steven we've talked about this. You're the only client for me. I obviously turned him down flat," she said with a grin and then slid her lips onto his before quickly parting and shouting: "Time for the second set!"
"Wait what?!" Steve cried but it was too late, Rowan was skipping off to jump on a proper stage. Okay, that he was fine with. So long as she did the rest of her show up on that stage he'd be happy.
He sat himself down and Danny opened his mouth, Steve didn't even have to look away from Rowan to lift a hand up and put it in Danny's face to stop him. "Shut up," he said absently.
Danny turned to Ellie with a frustrated, dry glare and said: "And that it what it's like with them."
Steve didn't even care. All he cared about was his precious, perfect Rowan, singing to him from the stage. Jeff was gone, they had a new sex routine and now they had a new sexy hula girl outfit to break in, this was the best day ever.