Lola's eyes flash fire that she dampens, and then she turns and stalks out, eating the hardwood floors with her sneakers as she goes.
The look is...
Delicious.
I have seen plenty of working women who race to and from work in their kicks, only to change into sky-high stilettos for the rest of the day. But while Lola doesn't go for sky-high anything, just modest heels with phone-smashing power, she does have sexy little outfits I'm sure she would never think of as sexy.
This look revs engines. Mine, at least.
The chick she is buddies with here, Ruby, is objectively fantasy-worthy. Gorgeous, blonde, big tits, and an hourglass shape, and not afraid to show it.
I like that look.
It is one of my favorite looks.
But there is something about shorter, compact, sexily demure coal-haired women with a killer glare that does it for me.
I shake my head. "Fucking focus, Enzo."
I get down to work, exchanging texts with Silas and Cade. But Cade is neck-deep in a side project for the Syndicate.
That is fine. I need Silas's skills.
"Working hard, not smart?" Silas says from my doorway.
I almost jump out of my skin. "How the fuck did you get past security? And what if you ran into Lola?"
He saunters in, putting his computer bag down, and finds the booze, pouring the Irish whiskey—good old Jameson's—into a glass as he inspects the room. "The how's part of my job, fool," he says, no sting in his words. "And I would have liked to run into her. Just to see what the fuss was about. But...as a consummate professional, I waited until she waslong gone and not coming back. Pretty in person, too, by the way."
My hand tightens on my thigh. "That's not part of your job."
He smiles as he sits opposite me. "And as for how I got in? As I said, consummate professional."
"Professional asshole." I reach for the bottle, pouring some into the glass on my desk.
He looks around. "Is there another room?"
"Yeah. Cade's."
He just looks at me. "What about Violet?"
I just laugh. "Finish your drink."
He does as I down mine.
Together, we head out and grab a cab to a building that Silas hasn't seen. It is near Cade's loft, hidden in the back of a shuttered business that announces a new coffee shop opening soon on the covered window.
It will be one of those New York stalwarts that are perpetually closed and advertising a new establishment every number of months or so. But inside, it is a hacker's paradise.
I know Cade has been there recently from the empty energy drinks on the dusty front counter, as well as in the back, near the computer systems.
We set up shop.
"So, when do you want me to drop the report on your girl?" Silas asks.
I scowl at my screen, one of Cade's energy drinks next to me, plucked from the fridge. "She's not my anything, and I will let you know."
"This Emilio, her father, what was he like?"
