CorbinAs we nestled down in President Montengo’s stupid, leopard-print sheets, I realized that I was finally relaxing for the first time in weeks. Princess was dozing beside me, and though her eyes were closed, I sensed that she was awake. I lit a cigarette and smoked it in silence, not caring about the ashes I flicked onto the bed.
Princess stirred. “Won’t the president be mad at you?” she murmured. “You’ll set the damn bed on fire.”
I chuckled. “First, he’s off at some hotel with that Faria girl. I’m pretty sure he won’t be back anytime soon. And second, he has so many whores in this f*****g place that he won’t notice a few ashes on his bed.”
She frowned in thought. “You know, pretty much everyone I’ve talked to around here doesn’t think very highly of Montengo. Why is he still presid
