“Ah, Eva. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Wolf’s eyes roam her like a hungry lion stalking his latest victim. But we all know he won’t touch Hassan’s property, not if he wants to keep his hands or his dick.
“It’s great to meet you too.” The silver ring in her bottom lip twinkles when her lips move, and I can’t look away. “I’d heard you were out of the country.”
I’m drawn to her mouth, the way her lips move when she speaks and how the light dances off the hoop. Her tongue peeks out and flicks at the ring, causing my cock to twitch.
“Yes. Hassan over here—” Wolf lifts his chin toward him and grimaces “—had me in the sand dunes of Saudi Arabia.”
“You loved it there. Don’t let him fool you, Eva.”
“Bullshit,” Wolf coughs the words into his hand, and Eva laughs at their banter.
Popcorn places our drinks on the table and gives Hassan a shitty look, dragging her eyes to Eva and snarling. But Eva and Hassan seem to be oblivious to Popcorn’s disdain.
Is there a woman in this place Hassan hasn’t conquered and pissed off? How long before one of them gets jealous enough to turn him in to the cops? Although they’ve all been vetted and deemed trustworthy, everyone has a breaking point.
Hassan turns and invades my personal space. “I was hoping to talk to you about—”
“Hassan—” I cut him off because I don’t want the next line spoken in mixed company. “If you want to speak with me, it’ll be in private.” We’ve been over this before, but he doesn’t seem to care whom he speaks in front of.
I refuse to discuss anything in front of a stranger, even a beautiful one. Eva is a stranger. Even speaking in front of Wolf has me on edge. When I discuss business, I want no witnesses but the parties involved, and that doesn’t include Eva or Wolf.
“Eva, my love. Can you go get us some drinks?” Hassan asks, but it’s not a question.
She glances between the two of us, her eyes flashing with anger before it quickly vanishes. “Sure. The usual?” She slides out of the booth and stands near the edge of the table with her fingertips almost touching his.
There’s a small pang of jealousy that’s settled in my belly. I chose this life, but sometimes I wish I had someone to share it with. Eva isn’t that to Hassan. The only thing he wants to share is her pussy, and once he’s had his fill, he’ll trade her in for someone new.
“Please.” He gently grabs her well-manicured hand and brings it to his lips. He closes his eyes, inhaling her skin before placing the lightest kiss against her delicate flesh.
My eyes are trained on hers because she’s looking at me and not him. Her electric-blue bangs hang over her hard, charcoal eyes. “Anything you want, Hassan,” she says with her eyes on me and only me. Hassan’s too lost in the feel of her skin to notice she’s not paying him any attention.
For a moment, I’m transfixed by the way her lips move when she speaks and the sparkle of the piercing in her lush, glossy red lip. What a waste that she’s with a guy like Hassan, but it seems even he knows there’s something special about this one. He clings to her in a way that makes his claim unmistakable.
Finally, he releases her hand and gives her a small pat on the ass, dismissing her. “We’ll just be a minute.” She nods, finally making eye contact with him before walking toward the bar and leaving us alone.
“So I wanted to talk to you about…” Hassan says, and I don’t hear the next part of the statement, because Eva looks back as she leans over the bar, giving me the perfect view of her upper thighs, and smiles at me over her shoulder.
As Kyle, the bartender, speaks to her, she leans over farther and sticks out her ass.Fucking cock tease.Just a few more inches and I’d see more than just the lace on the tops of her stockings.
“What do you think?” Wolf asks, pulling me back into the conversation.
I drag my eyes back to the table to the two miserable fucks in front of me. “Repeat it one more time.”
Hassan taps his gold Dunhill lighter against the table out of irritation. “I know Eva’s beautiful, Nix, but she’s a cock tease.” Lifting a cigar from his pocket, he places it under his nose and smells it much the same way he did Eva’s hand. “She’s a beautiful possession, just like this cigar. To be used for my pleasure and only for a short while. What I’m trying to talk to you about can change your life more than any beautiful pussy ever could, so pay attention this time.”
“She’s not your type, Hassan,” I tell him, being blunter with him about his conquests than I usually am.
“She’s making me work way too hard for it. You know I always want things I can’t have.”
“Don’t we all,” I mumble, stealing another glance in Eva’s direction and taking in her perfect hourglass figure balancing on the highest black boots I’ve ever had the pleasure to see.
Hassan’s arm nudges mine. “I won’t repeat it again.”
“I’m a busy man. Let’s hear it.” I give Hassan my complete attention.
“I’m moving a product from Saudi Arabia to Afghanistan. I need someone to transfer the money and make it untraceable. You game?”
I’m not. We haven’t done a deal in years. Working with Hassan always sends a chill through my bones. Anything dealing with weapons and the Middle East is on my short list of shit I won’t do. No amount of money is worth the national security of the country that has given me such an amazing life. I will not help terrorists. “Why don’t you use the same guy you always do?”
