“You’re the kinkiest one at the table, sir,” Callum shoots back.
“Gentlemen,” I say, slicing another shell and licking the fork slow. “Focus.”
Elliot exhales through his nose, finally returning to the game. “I’ll track the sponsor. Cross-reference her name with Vitaly’s records. See if there’s any property, financial ties, employment overlap. Whatever she is, she’s not irrelevant.”
“She’s a problem,” I say, voice dropping to something sharp and sugar-sweet. “And problems either solve themselves, or they get solved.”
Callum’s hand slides up my thigh under the table.
Possessive. Dangerous.
“Fuck, I love when you talk like that,” he says.
I don’t stop him. I never do.
Noah hums like he’s composing a love song in his head. “So... you’re breaking into his house again, planting surveillance, and I’m using my day one training to bug my new boss?”
“Exactly,” I say. “Best. Tuesday. Ever.”
Chapter Three
Juliet
Vitaly left his window unlocked.
Again.
He wants me to come inside.
Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs.
Begging me to follow.
Even so, he should really be more careful.
Especially with women like Oksana circling.
But he’s not worried, is he?
Not about her.
Not about me.
Yet.
It doesn’t matter.
Elliot will unravel her. Find her weak spot, her dirty little secrets.
Then I’ll know exactly how to slice her out of his life.
No one shouts at my men.
Not in public.
Not in his bakery, where the whole world can see.
I don’t care if she sponsored him or not.
