That wasn’t Peter’s last name, was it? I stop panicking long enough to shake Gino’s hand, tell him that we’re honored to be representing him and I let my guard down for just enough that when another person enters the room, I don’t expect the gruff booming voice to be one that I recognize.
“Sorry, stepped out to the restroom.”
Rana yelps, which takes the pressure off of me, because that’s exactly the noise I was about to make after coming face to face with…
“Peter Corsini,” he says, greeting me with a broad, intentional smile on his cruel face. “It’s nice to meet you. Our family is very happy to be working with you on this case.”
He watches my smile vanish and his only gets bigger.
Six weeks. I haven’t thought about this man in six weeks and he shows up in my office as my highest paying client.This can’t be happening to me.
Chapter Ten
Peter
Iprovide myself with endless justifications for why I park my car outside Aricia’s office after our brief encounter in the afternoon and after the meeting our family had with the lawyers. I didn’t contribute much aside from finances, but I suspect we won’t have much to worry about.
Geralynn offered to chaperone Flora to the Six Flags out at Darien Lake for a day of rollercoasters and junk food, and since Luigi’s lake house is closer to the amusement park, I have the entire night to myself and my cousin gets to babysit the twenty-somethings.
Geralynn worries I might kill Flora because no leads have materialized about the drugging situation, and Flora will take any excuse to get away from me at this point.
Nobody else handled those drinks aside from the bartender. I don’t remember a single detail about the bartender and neither does Flora. Nobody I had Renzo question has any information about that night. It’s frustrating when the mafia mentality works against you. Nobody wants to snitch on the wrong person around here.
I don’t know when she plans on leaving the office, but apparently Aricia doesn’t leave until well after six in the evening.She must not be dating anyone after that husband of hers… I did my research after our night together. Kennard Plant. He’s dead and buried now. Plus, my private investigation turned up more than I care to know about the dude.
Made me feel a little less guilty about my plans to get into bed with his wife again. Don’t get me wrong, I also need us to find out who thefuckslipped something into our drinks and why it happened. That’s the veil of plausible deniability I’m giving this stakeout. Technically, I’m sure a lawyer would call it stalking.
How else does she expect me to get in touch with her, since I don’t have her number and she ran out of my place like I set her ass cheeks on fire. Fuck… Waiting is making me crazier than I planned. It’s almost dark by the time Aricia leaves her office. I recognize her instantly just from the way she walks, causing me to sit up in the driver’s seat.
Time to act.
I leave my car and race over to her, wrapping my arm around her waist slowly andgentlydragging Aricia off the sidewalk towards my car. She flips the fuck out. Instantly.
“AHHHH!” she screams, throwing an elbow hard into my stomach the second I get my arm all the way around her waist. Fuck. The elbow hurts, but this is the only way to get her off the streets in a way that avoids the cameras. I don’t need any evidence that we met up after her work hours and I picked my route perfectly.
“Be quiet,” I whisper into the fighting woman’s ear… “Trust me…”
That does enough to calm her down. I don’t think she trusts me, but she recognizes me, and for some reason I don’t think I’ll ever understand, Aricia lets me carry her over to my car and stickher into the passenger seat. She leans back with her eyes closed when I enter the car on my side.
“Peter. I am going to murder you. I let you drag me into this car, because I assume this car isn’t wiretapped and you wanted to keep me away from the cameras.Good.Because I don’t want there to be any evidence of this verbal and direct threat. I am going to kill you.”
This woman is the hottest woman I’ve ever met. I swear. My dick starts doing crazy things in my pants and I want to act on all those urges instead of the more sensible ones.
“Okay. I’m willing to let you do that.”
“What is wrong with you?” Aricia says to me with a stern voice that probably works on the worst criminals she has to deal with.
“Many things.”
“I have to go home, Peter. I’ve been in the office since 8 a.m. and it’s my first day back. I need a shower and some sleep.”
“I know something that could help you get to sleep.” My cock jerks excitedly in my pants at the thought of us getting anywhere near a bed again. I know I have to stay focused on my main mission here, but there’s no reason I can’t flirt with Aricia.
Her perfume fills up my car and I think I’m going to act on my dark impulses to drive her to a hotel downtown and screw her brains out.
“Peter, let me out of this car right now.”
I ignore her request and flash her a green-eyed smile. I can feel it working on her despite the scowl. “Thanks for taking my cousin’s case.”
