“This is fucked up.You better put measures in place to get all those motherfuckers behind bars, Camden,” Max said grimly.
“We already started as soon as Rex gave us the hub locations.I’ll get started on the WITSEC arrangements.We need to pull Masters’ family out tonight and get them somewhere safe.”
“Good,” Max said.“Something tells me Mr.Masters here is about to become a very valuable asset.”
“With a bright red target on his back.”Masters’ face turned a sick shade of gray at Rex’s words.
The boat rocked gently in the darkness as Camden turned the boat back to shore.
Somewhere in Switzerland, a clock started ticking toward an inevitable confrontation.
Chapter Eighteen
Xia
Saturday afternoon...CyberCo Airline private hangar, Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport...
Xia smoothed down her crisp white shirt, tucked neatly into fitted black slacks that hugged her curves in all the right places.The GoldenEye crew uniform was meant to be professional, but she’d learned to work it to her advantage.Not that it mattered since Rex Oliver never seemed to notice.
“So, what’s your job on this run?Bartender or wife whisperer?”Cheri nudged her as they walked toward the plane.Her friend was turning heads in a slinky emerald-green mini dress that showed off her long legs, paired with stilettos that could probably double as weapons.Once again, she was wearing a matching mask covering most of her face.
“What do you think?”Xia rolled her eyes.“He didn’t contact me once the entire week.Oh no, instead, his trusted PA phoned me to inform me that my duties are required on this day/night trip.Apparently, my dear Master R has three...I kid you not,threefucking potentials I need to evaluate.”
“Three?Are you saying he’s going to manage the club, scene, and fuck all three in a ten-hour period?”
“Believe me...he’s got the stamina for it.”Xia tried to keep the bitterness from her voice.She’d spent enough nights remembering and envisioning exactly what that stamina could do.“I’m surprised he limits himself to only three.He could definitely handle double that.”
“That’s, of course, only if you give him the go-ahead that they are indeed wife material.”Another nudge.“I’d say you have the upper hand here, my friend.”
A mischievous smile played across Xia’s face, though her heart wasn’t quite in it.“Oh, indeed I do, and I can’t think of one good attribute that might lead to any of his yet-to-be-seen potentials to his cabin for some hot and sweaty sex.”
She glanced at the plane’s sleek silhouette against the afternoon sky, fighting back the familiar frustration.Here she was, probably the only woman who truly understood what Rex needed, relegated to the role of screening his potential conquests.The irony wasn’t lost on her.She could spot a perfect submissive from a mile away, yet Rex remained blind to the one right under his nose.
A forlorn sigh drifted from her lips, quickly masked by her usual playful demeanor.No use dwelling on what couldn’t be.She had a job to do, even if it meant watching him scene with women who would never understand him the way she did.
Except, Xia hated watching him scene with them.She wanted his Master’s attention focused on her for once...just her, in a scene that would blow her mind.
