For all the control I needed in my professional life, my personal one was different. I needed someone who would tell me what to do in the bedroom, who would make demands of me that would send heat up my spine and have me begging to give them anything they wanted.
I'd never found the perfect person to fill the need. Others had tried, but none were qualified.
I knew Henny would be. The man was the stuff of my dreams. My fucking wet dreams. As in I often dreamt of him all hot and sweaty and mine.
I wanted him badly.
He didn't see me that way.Not yet.
I wondered if tonight would change things between us. Would he look at me with less frustration?
Would be nice if he could.
But if it was replaced by pity, I would have to leave. I would have to pack it all up and take off, breaking my promise to Rel and never coming back.
Because you couldn't get past pity.
Hate, love, frustration, all the other emotions were ones that would balance out over time. Pity lingered. I refused to be on the receiving end of it.
Eventually I closed my eyes. I managed a couple more hours of sleep.
When I woke, Henny was already gone. There was a note on the pillow telling me he had needed to get into the office early, and I was free to leave because the room would be secured behind me.
I knew all about that. It still bothered me that he didn't even wake me.
I dialed Rel first thing to check on where he was and if he needed me at his side. If he was at home, I knew that it was secure. And if he was here at the casino, then I could get to him quickly and discuss the plan for the day.
The only place I truly worried about his safety was the warehouse because those fuckers were problematic. I got a quick forward to voicemail and then a text that said,"I'll be MIA for a while. Stick close to Henri."
I grinned. Well, if the boss ordered it, then it was definitely what I needed to do.
After showering and shaving,I took off downstairs. I wore plain clothes, not my normal tactical style hitman stuff.
This was meant for me to blend in. I wanted to make it through the crowds easily without others stopping and pointing, their whispers about who I could possibly be or what I was there for.
Or worse, they would try to stop me with security in tow to complain that I was there to cause havoc.
Little did they know, I was requested here by the man who owned the place. It was his decision to have me around for his safety as much as theirs. I wouldn't let anything happen.
As much as possible anyway.
I hunted for Henny, looking in every place I thought he might be. First the offices. Then security room. I tried to peek in on the screens, but those guys were being assholes.
It was mostly because I didn't bring them food. Too many sweet treats dropped off to them had set an expectation. What the hell kind of life was I living?
I promised the idiots I would come with treats next time before explaining I needed to find Henny on the boss’s order. The mention of Rel had them sitting up.
Finally, they stopped fucking around to give me intel.
Turned out that my sweet Henny was having lunch in one of the restaurants. They had seen him go in, but he hadn't come out. I thanked him for the information and then went to find him myself.
I needed to lay eyes on him.
Henri was easy to spot amongst the other patrons.
Tucked away in a corner, his back against the wall, eyes scanning the room as he slowly ate whatever was on his plate. I couldn't see exactly what it was from my position at the hostess stand.
The damn woman didn't want to let me in. She said my attire wasn't appropriate.
