Skimming the guy’s financial data, her eyes crossed.None of it made sense to her.With more patience than she deserved, Fink explained meticulously what each piece of information meant and how it related to their target.
On one hand, she didn’t give a flying fuck.She would much rather he had pointed her in a direction and set her free, but she understood this was how she could keep herself from getting caught.
If she wanted to be like him, she’d have to follow what he said and did.That was how this worked.The whole point of the arrangement was for her to follow his directions.She had to buckle down and focus on the boring.
Fink explained that by examining these things, they could establish a pattern.They could figure out how Joey moved through the world and identify the best time and method to strike.
Ideally, they wanted the fewest questions to be asked after they did their business.Though not every case offered that opportunity.Fink explained that with Mitchell, the instructions were to make it as brutal as possible.That meant the motive behind his murder was personal, in Sydney’s novice opinion.
Sydney assumed his wife had hired Fink, but she kept that bit of information to herself.He didn’t care about who sent him on these missions.All that mattered was that the check cleared.She should adopt that mentality.No need to worry about the who or the why.
With this Joseph Burke, who went by Joey—like an eight-year-old, it seemed—whoever paid to have him killed wanted to send a message.Since he wasn’t married, she couldn’t blame the wife.
The possibilities were endless with that goal.How could they make it entertaining and meaningful?Scenarios filled her brain, each more unrealistic than the next.Though if they could pull any of them off, this killing could be epic.
“Are you paying attention?”Fink barked, breaking into her deliciously dark fantasies filled with blood and gore.
“Yes,” she lied as her cheeks heated with a blush.
He blinked slowly and glared at her.“I know this part isn’t as flashy and glamorous as the moment, but think of this as foreplay.”
She cocked her head to the side and quirked a brow.That was an interesting concept.Though it escaped her how mind-numbing could somehow equate to anticipation.
“We need to work up to the grand finale,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair.
Shifting on the couch so he faced her, Fink grinned and scooted closer.
Ooh!Where was this going?
“The way I want to study every curve of your body and discover your most sensitive spots,” he continued.
Now they were talking.
Finally!
Days had passed since they doinked on the couch in Mitchell’s office.She thought he wasn’t into her and she’d just been in the right place at the fortunate time.
“I don’t want to miss a single detail,” he said before pressing a soft and all-too-brief kiss to her lips.“One mistake, and we may not achieve our goal.”
Sydney dropped the papers.She liked where this was going.
“Uh-uh.”He shook his head and reached for the documents she had discarded.“Concentrate.”
He was out of his mind.Focus?Now?How was she supposed to do that with him all sultry and flirty?She’d waited too long for another chance to jump his bones.How dare he play these games.
Placing the papers back in her hand, he leaned in.The heat of his breath tickled the skin of her neck, causing a flush to warm her body.Of all the opportunities he had before to get intimate, he chose this one?When she was supposed to be paying attention to boring things?
How evil and cruel.
Her stomach fluttered with excitement the moment his lips pressed against her skin near her jugular.Her lids closed, and he sucked on her bottom lip.She liked this teasing side of him.
“Read,” he whispered against her ear.
“What?”
“Tell me,” he said before his tongue ran along the outer shell of her ear.
A shiver ran through her, but she forced her eyes open.
