Not that I care.
I actually like Vegas. New York weather is too much like England. I came here for the opportunity, not the geography or the view.
“What is it you want to discuss about Gigi?”
Gris crosses to my kitchen, opening up my fridge, and pulling out a bottle of water. “How much time did you spend checking her references?”
Something nasty zips down my spine, as I confess, “Not much.”
Gris grimaces. “Every time I interact with her, I think, that she is the sweetest woman in the sexiest package that I have ever met. There is something so vulnerable and pleasing about her.”
My hand clenches. He’s not wrong, but those are my thoughts. I don’t want another man having them. “Point?”
“Maybe she’s supposed to be that way. Maybe that’s why she’s here.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask, dropping my laptop on the table, wanting my hands free in case I need to punch my brother.
“None of her information checks out,” Killian takes over. “Not her name, her education. None of it.”
I turn to my brother, my teeth grinding together. “Say that again.”
“A Gigi Hope did not attend University of Chicago Law. Same for her undergrad and high school education. It’s all fake.” Gris grimaces as he looks down at the floor, allowing me to digest this information.
I scrub my hands down my face. “Did you notice the black eye?”
“I did,” Gris nods. “Which means, she’s here under a false identity for one of two reasons. She’s hiding, or she’s…” I already know what he’s going to say and all my muscles twitch in revolt. “Or she’s a mole.”
I close my eyes, my head leaning back. “You think I should fire her?”
“No.” It’s not Gris, but Killian. I open my eyes again, turning toward my brother.
“Why not?”
“Because,” he rolls his head, cracking his neck, “she came here injured and she’s got a child. I know that Gris is worried that this is all a ploy. But in my estimation, we give her the benefit of the doubt until we know otherwise.”
I give a stiff nod. His words make sense, and it’s become clear that he’s got a soft spot for women in need, and apparently small children. But Killian’s interest might be an asset here. “I know you’re here for Vigo, but can you do some reconnaissance on Ms. Hope?”
“Yes,” Killian jerks his chin in acceptance. “I’ll keep an eye on her, but you or Gris might be better able to convince her to open up and share.”
“Considering Ms. Hope’s attractiveness, and my wife’s jealous streak,” Gris eyes us both meaningfully, “I think I might have to keep my time with Ms. Hope limited.”
I rumble in frustration. It’s not that I wanted Gris flirting with her. I think it would make me crazy.
But I’m more of a direct predator, and so falsely charming a woman is less my skill set. Still, I think I might have a few weapons at my disposal. “I’ll learn the truth about Ms. Hope. I can promise you that.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gigi
I know I’m dreaming,but it feels too good to fully wake up.
I rub my thighs together, the need for friction so strong, I turn over, letting out a little moan of frustration.
And then I fall back into the dream.
In it, Rush spreads my thighs apart, his dark penetrating eyes holding mine as he kneels between my legs.
I stare up at him, silently begging him to relieve the sweet ache that is torturing me.
