Page 10 of Prince of Wrath

Sloane

You sank a damn boat tonight! Do you really think I’m in the mood for your flirting?

UNKNOWN NUMBER

I was under the impression you were in the mood to fuck me.

Sloane

I’m going to bed. Don’t text me.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

You’re right. Forgive me.

Sloane

No way in Hell.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Are you sure about that? I bet I could make you forgive me.

Sloane

Make me?

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Gladly.

Sloane

Seere, I swear if you show up here, I will stab you!

UNKNOWN NUMBER

That’s a little rougher than I like but depending on what you’re wearing, I could get into it.

Sloane

Stop.

I’m going to sleep.

Delete my number.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Not a chance.

Chapter 5

Sloane

The next morning, I got to the office earlier than normal. With the email that Jim had shown me, I knew there would be more fires to put out, and I was right.

Chloe, my junior agent, came bustling toward me with her phone wedged between her cheek and shoulder, another phone held out to me, and her other arm full of documents.