His nasty snarl put Bogs on edge. “Then she can work it off to pay us back. On her back and on her knees.” That struck a nerve in Bogs.
Hold it together, man. His hand clenched into a painful fist. Men like Dante lived for throwing people off guard for intimidating and getting into his head. Dante was smart but Bogs was smarter.
“Twelve grand is a lot of cash, it’ll take some time. And while you may eventually make that money back, I’m thinking the man you answer to isn’t going to be patient. If I had to guess, your ass is going to be demoted, quick as fuck, and you’ll be back to doing bitch work.” Bogs forced a snicker. There was nothing funny about this but he had to make Dante think.
With the silence, Bogs knew he had him.
“I’m willing to offer my help locating Taylor.”
Dante scoffed. “And why would you do that?”
Bogs leaned forward onto his elbows. “It’s not right this girl goes down for something she was never really a part of,” he lied. “I help you nab Taylor, you back off Kenzie. Deal?”
Dante said nothing and Bogs waited. Corissa walked through the door holding a folder and eyed him suspiciously. He could just imagine how wound up he must look. His muscles were threatening to split.
“Fine.One week.”
“Done.”
“You’d do best not to cross me, Mr. Garrison.”
“No worries, man.” Bogs ended the call and sat back in his chair.
Corissa inched forward. “Um…you okay?”
“Yeah.” He took a deep and laughed. “Just making a deal with the devil.”
Corissa widened her eyes and dropped the file on his desk. “So, the usual?”
Bogs laughed and reached for his laptop. The whole story he gave Dante was bullshit. When they did find Taylor, he wouldn’t turn her in, but for now that was the story he’d go with to keep them both safe. He didn’t fully trust Dante to take his word. He would stick to the plan of keeping Kenzie close and hidden at Jonah’s until it was all settled.
Chapter Twelve
They sat at the outside table on the street watching people filter by. It was easy when she thought it shouldn’t be. If she took away her situation and it was just her with Bogs, it still shouldn’t be this easy. After all, she was sitting across the small table from the hottest man on the planet, who was the best sex she’d ever had in her life. He probably ruined her for any man who would come after. He was smart, successful, gorgeous, funny. He was everything. She should be freaking out but instead she sat quietly, eating her ice cream cone with complete ease.
He was leaning back in his seat with his legs extended straight, ankle over ankle, licking his cone. His eyes shifted to her as she licked the drop of ice cream sliding down the cone. It wasn’t meant to be erotic but his eyes heated and narrowed.
She gave him a small smile and winked.
He sighed. “No more ice cream cones in public.”
“Why?”
“’Cause with you it’s like foreplay. I’m imagining all the ways you could lick that cone.”
“Change of subject.” She averted her eyes to a couple walking by with their dog.
“What’s your family like?”
She turned back to see he finished his cone and had balled up his napkin, tossing it on the table.
“Awesome.” She grinned and watched him tilt his head.
“You wanna elaborate, or is that all I’m gonna get?”
Kenzie shrugged, ignoring the spark of excitement. She liked him wanting to know more about her outside the bedroom. “How much do you want?”
“I want it all.”
