“Definitely. You?”
“Meh …”
He pinches my ribs, making me squeal and drop the phone. The flinch brings me closer to him, so I’m inches from his face when he says, “I felt how much you enjoyed it, you little tease.”
I wrap a hand on the back of his head, grazing the damp hair there. “I really liked it. But I don’t think I could ever not thoroughly love something you do to me, baby.”
“That’s another thing we have in common, then.”
Still high on endorphins, I admire his gorgeous face, caressing his hair back, in awe of his beauty, inside and out. I noticed how handsomehe was from the moment I laid my eyes on him in that elevator exactly a year ago. But it’s as though he gets more and more alluring with every day that passes. He’s more handsome today than he was yesterday, and he’ll be even more handsome tomorrow.
I know that voicing the question that burns in my throat will earn me another lecture on how I’m worthy of him, so I keep it to myself. Still, I can’t help but wonder what I did to deserve such a flawless man. The most singularly perfect human who ever roamed this planet is in bed with me. Inourbed.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world, aren’t I?
Chapter 30
“What if she has nothing for us?” I worriedly ask.
“Then we keep looking.”
“What if we never—”
“Andrea, relax. There’s no need to worry about this for now. We’ll talk with her, see what she has for us, and then we’ll assess the situation.”
I nod, biting the nail of my thumb. Lola Wilde, a.k.a. Lorelei Madsen, answered our request to have a preliminary phone call. For two thousand dollars, she’d be a fool not to.
Swallowing the nervous lump clogging my throat, I look at the time again. Five minutes. Even if she doesn’t tell us anything, all hope isn’t lost. Not yet. We can always find out why Becker deactivates his security cameras for a night every month. There must be something huge there.
We haven’t learned much from the security footage since cracking Becker’s system. Thanks to the maids who regularly gossip in Spanish, we’ve learned that Becker employs immigrants who don’t speak English to preserve his privacy despite the small army in charge of keeping his penthouse spotless. Given the few concerns the staffers have shared about the rise ofLa Migra, we gathered that most of them are undocumented.
At exactly six, Lex dials the number “Lola” gave us. We’re sharing a pair of earphones, with the mic on Lex’s side. It rings a full tone, then another one, and then a third. For two grand, one would imagine she’d pick up faster. When she does, her voice is unnecessarily sultry. “Hey, big boy…” she greets. I send Lex a bothered glance, already knowing this will annoy me a lot.
“Good evening, Lola,” he answers.
“Oh, you sound gorgeous. This just took an interesting turn. Tell me, big boy, are you very lonely, or did I really catch your eye?”
I’m already so done with that ‘big boy’ thing.
“Aren’t you used to catching men’s attention?” Lex asks, playing along. We agreed that charming her would be better for our end goal. “I thought a woman like you would be familiar with this.”
“I am. Some of my best clients can’t get enough. Tell me, big boy, do you plan on becoming one of my best clients?” she asks with a seductive giggle that has my eyes rolling so hard I glimpse at my brain.
“I think I have the bank account for it. What would ten thousand get me?”
“Oh, baby, for ten thousand, you can have me for an entire night. I’ll show you things you’ve never imagined before. Even in your wildest fantasies.”
Oh, I hate this bitch. Sitting right fucking here while a woman heavily flirts with my man is much harder than I thought. Thankfully, he’s entirely unaffected by her, focused on the mission. Good. Many brownie points for him.
“What would you do to me if we had the whole night, big boy?” she asks, a little breathless and throaty. Ugh, she’s doing entirely too much.
“I’m not sure. Maybe you could give me a few ideas,” Lex replies, making my eyes widen.The hell?!“What did Becker do to you?”
Oh, nice transition.
“Excuse me?” She sounds shocked, almost offended.
“I’d like to know what Norman Becker did to you.”
