They’d asked questions quietly, even managing to obtain permits in Tampa already. But their bread and butter would be in Miami and the surrounding area. Our home turf. No one to date had managed to override our power or influence and it wasn’t going to happen now.
It had taken me years to convince my father we should move from dismantling companies to building resorts. In his mind,the new venture, albeit now ten years old, was risky and ridiculous. That’s why he so enjoyed holding the international contracts over my head.
This was an impossible situation, a loss so significant unacceptable.
My choice of how to handle the task of breaking down every defense she tried to hide behind? Use every avenue and resource available to me to crush her armor, exposing her lies.
Even using the lovely if not mischievous Vanessa against her own father if necessary.
Yes, I was an evil man when push came to shove.
I’d yet to determine how to use the information obtained about her brother. Every idea was crasser than the one before. What little Michael had learned suggested Jonathan Blair thought of his son as an embarrassment. Nowhere had Michael discovered evidence they were close. The fact Vanessa had bailed him out further fueled my thought that Donovan Blair was the black sheep.
A dirty little secret.
I rolled my finger across my bottom lip as I pulled into the parking lot of her office building. The element of surprise was always the best way. Keeping her off guard would allow me to see her true reactions without the benefit of time and practice. I did so love this part of my job. It was how both my father and I had managed to take down so many companies from right under their owners’ noses.
Collect information. Learn every secret. Find out their greatest weakness. Develop a plan then strike. All in a day’s work.
I pulled into a parking space, taking a deep breath as I killed the engine. I sat where I was for a few minutes, no longer surprised every thought about the woman brought immediate arousal. She had a way of getting under my skin. It was time to rip off the masks and perhaps the bandages.
Keys in hand, I exited my car, shoving them into my pocket. I took a moment buttoning my jacket as I glanced at the building. Was she expecting me? Did she have any clue her entire life was about to change?
Was she craving the touch of my fingers and my lips as I brought her to a sweet orgasm? Or was she merely hungry for my dick to drive deep inside her tight pussy? Chuckling, I adjusted my cock as the position was becoming highly uncomfortable.
As I strode into the building, I realized I was whistling. I never did that. Maybe because it was rare I was in such a good mood. I leaned against the elevator wall, eager to see her beautiful face. I was a devious man, but it was why I’d been so successful.
When the doors opened, a wider smile crossed my face. Today was going to be a very good day.
I hit the door heading into her office with my palm, my patience waning.
The woman inside jerked her head up, immediately narrowing her eyes. “Mr. Elliot. What can I do for you?” She was wary, quickly glancing toward Vanessa’s open office door.
“I need to see Ms. Blair. Now.”
The girl folded her arms. “She’s unavailable. If you remember, which I’m certain you don’t, I’m Amelia Stokes, Perfect Pairing’s office manager. I can try and assist you.”
“That won’t be good enough. I think Vanessa knows why I’m here and you should relay to her that it’s vital she take the time to see me. In fact, I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Mr. Elliot, I’m going to need to ask you to leave.” Amelia pointed toward the door, her expression stern. She was a tiny thing but tried her best to carry weight with me.
Laughable at best.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Then I’ll need to call the police.”
“Don’t bother, Amelia. I’ll talk to Mr. Elliot.” Vanessa’s stern, but lilting voice floated in my direction.
I turned my head, momentarily mesmerized by the crimson dress she’d chosen for the day, the silky material hugging every curve like a glove. I was thrown by how much I craved ripping it off and touching every inch of her luscious body. Sadly, pleasure would need to wait. Business always came first.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t spend hours, even days ravaging her.
“Are you sure?” Amelia asked.
Vanessa laughed, the sound haughty as she brushed her hair over her shoulder. Her long, gorgeous strands of hair that I longed to run my fingers through. No, that I longed to fist as I’d done before, fucking her long and hard. “Trust me, Amelia. I can handle this man.”
As she backed into her office, I casually walked toward her door after giving Amelia a curt nod. Once inside, I closed the door.
