His smugness faded and morphed into irritation. “Unfortunately. Our current methods of pest control need tweaking. Our pigs are eating at max capacity.”
I shook my head at his verbiage. “The carnage made national headlines.”
“Let it. NYC takes out the trash and cleans up its streets—that’s proof.”
“That’s bullshit.”
He winked. “Maybe. But you don’t have to worry about it,duci.”
Harrumphing, I asked, “What’s on today’s agenda?”
I knew it was packed solid. That manic shopping session yesterday had only gone down because we were leaving the city today.
Six-hundred-thousand dollars laterplusthe Birkin Stan had somehow tucked onto my arm this morning and I now had a summer wardrobe.
Summer.
He expected me to drop thatseasonally.
Excess aside, I rather enjoyed the parallel nature of the Himalaya he’d given me.
This purse had started us on this odd journey, after all…
Stan turned to me. Though I should torment him for leaving yesterday’s shopping trip to the last minuteandfor getting Neev in on the action, I didn’t stop him from peeking down my cleavage. Not when I knew he was seeking out the spot where his crest now sat forevermore.
He circled the area. “Ohio.”
“Ohio? I thought we were going to Poughkeepsie to see SofiaTh3Gr8?”
He peered over his shades. His cuff adjusted, revealing a newer, smaller piece of ink—carpe diem. It’d be cliché if I didn’t know it meant something to him. “We are.Afterwe head to Ohio.”
I tugged on the hemline of the expensive dress Neev had selected for me—black, severe, but goddamn, it paired deliciously with the heels he’d gifted me too.
Six inches.
Sharper than stilettos.
With patent leather straps that wrapped around my feet corset-style.
I looked like a million bucks—two million when he glanced at me.
If I wanted to fuck him in his sharp suit, he sure as hell wanted to bend me over the nearest table.
What a way to join the mile-high club…
I even remembered making that offer a while back, suggesting that we use that very private bedroom onboard, but god, just the thought had my skin feeling too tight.
And not from arousal.
I’d never resented my fear of flying more than I did now.
“We’re… flying? I thought we’d be driving.”
A packet of Dramamine wafted in front of me.
So relieved that I almost cried, I accepted the meds but only consumed a single tablet. His all-seeing eyes watched on as I whispered, “Why Ohio?”
With his eyes scanning me, zealous and fervent, he revealed, “Rubies.”
