“I’ll let CJ know you’ll be needing my services a little longer.” His face is as grim as mine when he exits her apartment.
“Sienna? We need to go.” I squat down near her tear-stained face which about breaks my heart. I raise her to standing and bring her to my chest. It was meant to comfort but there’s so much pent up passion, my dick, who can be a real dick, stands at attention. Hoping she doesn’t notice, I hold her for the longest time, patting her head.
When she looks up at me, God help me, I take her mouth in a kiss, one of the most unprofessional things I’ve ever done. When we part, I ask, “Sienna? Did you take Peter’s hard drive out of his safe?”
She nods, searches her purse, and hands me a key. “It’s in a safety deposit box.”
Jesus Christ Almighty.I say a prayer of thanks to the Big Guy, then wonder how the hell I’m going to get her out of this mess.
Gently, I place her about a foot away from me. “Find a bag, pack a few things, we need to go.”
Once outside, I check up and down the street but Jack and our ride is gone. I text him, call, and when he doesn’t respond, grab Sienna’s hand.
“Run!”
