“Do you believe the OD story?” I ask, watching the woman bend over the table to set the flowers right, giving me the perfect view of her ass.
Damn. I feel a tingling in my core. Stressful days always drive me towards sexual release.
Any other day, I’d absolutely make a move, but today I am too exhausted and stressed out.
“At this point, likely,” the man says through the phone. “Either they were like ghosts, or he finally overdid it.”
My fear screams it wasn’t an overdose. But fear is never a good consultant, so I shut the voice out.
“Keep me updated. I want everything, even the stuff that doesn’t land with the cops.”
Another surge of fear rolls through my body. Jared had many secrets, and if any of them are unveiled, it will cause vultures to haunt me, and none of it can happen. I need to get my hands on what Jared had, especially what he had on me.
“Of course, ma’am,” says the Head of Security.
I hang up.
“Here,” I say to the woman, as I walk up to her, handing her a ten-dollar bill. Her scent is an unobtrusive vanilla, fitting the overall innocent impression I have of her. She meets my eyes briefly, gives a tiny curtsey, and steps back. Damn hot, such a pretty shyness. And those green eyes…
I grab her hand, our fingers meet, and the moment I do, a tingling runs through my body.
A longing desire.
I stare at her.
I don’t even know what I am doing here.
I can’t get distracted.
Not right now.
I let go of her, and she stares at me as if she has seen a ghost, before she turns and hurries away.
I watch the soft fabric caress her ass as she leaves. But I can’t. I have to control my impulses. I turn to Doug as the woman leaves.
“Doug, we need to get the files before anybody else does,” I say as he closes the door.
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Iwalk down the corridor leading to the service elevator and slip inside. My heart pounds way too fast from what just happened. The way she grasped my hand. What I just felt, the sensation spreading through me, None of it can be. None.
Focus on something else,I tell myself as I press my back into the cold surface of the elevator wall.What did you just overhear?
There are files. Files she needs to get. Files from Jared Sutton’s system. The files that implicate her. I am more than sure that Lilian Anne Knightley isn’t just anyone; she’s a predator herself. A damn hot one, but dangerous. Cold. Calculating.
The elevator door closes, and I breathe in and out as I press the button leading to the service floor. The hotel was a risky, improvised move I made after watching Lilian all day. I need access to her. I need to validate what I found.
I check the phone to see if the spyware I used to exploit her phone is working. Just a few minutes of close-by presence, and it exploits a phone in such a sinister way that it should be forbidden. But over the years, I have become very… resourceful, especially when it comes to the digital underworld.
With a brief scan of Lilian’s phone, I glance over the installed apps and thephotos.
I stop at a selfie of Lilian kissing a light-brown-haired woman with messy hair in such a lucious way that I can’t take my eyes off it.
“Huh,” I say.
