“Aggressively,” he said. “I’ll be in touch soon with plans.”
CHAPTER 24
Sutton
I didn’t hear from or see Jagger again for the rest of the week. I was disappointed, but I understood. The office had been abuzz about the lawsuit, so I knew he’d flown down to DC to meet with the lawyers at the DOJ. The man had a lot going on. It wasn’t realistic to think he’d have time for me in the near future.
I was at the gym Saturday morning when my phone ringing interrupted me watching him walk out of a government building last night on today’s news. I didn’t recognize the number but picked up anyway since it was a New York City area code.
“Hello?”
“Are you out of breath?” Jagger’s deep voice sent a shiver up my spine.
“I’m on the Peloton at the gym.” I kept pedaling even as I spoke.
“You might want to save some of your energy for later. You’re going to need it.”
I started to sweat, and it had nothing to do with my exercise. “Is that so?”
“It is indeed.”
“I wasn’t sure we were still on for tonight. I just watched you on the news. You’re a very busy man. I thought you might be too tired.”
“For anything else, I would be. But not for you.”
Warmth filled my chest. “That’s sweet of you to say.”
“Don’t confuse sweet with my need to fuck you senseless, Sutton, or this isn’t going to work.” He paused. “I’m still in DC. I’m meeting with my attorneys again in a little while before I head back. I just called to say I’ll pick you up at seven.”
I was so excited to see him tonight that I managed not to let his callous warning ruin my mood. “Okay.”
“Mr. Langston?” I could hear a woman’s voice in the background. “Mr. Finley is ready to see you.”
His response was muffled, like he’d covered the phone. “Tell him I’ll be there in a minute.” He came back on the line. “I have to go. But stop by the doorman on your way into your building. He has a package for you.”
“A package?”
“Wear it tonight. And no underwear. I’m not going to make it through dinner without touching you.” He paused. “Until later, Ms. Holland…”
The line went dead, and I stopped pedaling, yet my pulse raced faster than ever. It didn’t matter that I’d programmed forty minutes into the bike and only twenty-two had gone by. I was out the door as soon as I could grab my gym bag.
The doorman smiled as I approached my building. He opened the door and gestured for me to walk through. “Good morning, Ms. Holland. I have a package for you.”
Nestor went behind the desk and opened a locked drawer, pulling out a small black bag with a silver logo I didn’t recognize.
“Do you know who delivered it?” I asked.
“I can check the log. Everyone who comes in and out of the building is supposed to sign in, even Uber Eats guys.”
He found the clipboard that contained the sign-in sheet and scanned down, tapping when he came to a name. “Sam Grover.”
Sam Grover? It took a few beats, but then it hit me. Sam was Jagger’s driver’s name.
“Any chance you noticed if he was driving a silver Maybach?”
He nodded. “The Zeppelin model. It’s a beautiful machine. Pretty sure that car has been here before.”
“Thank you.”
