Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Fuck. That was messed up. I dressed in a suit, assuming that was the only appropriate attire for meeting with a mobster who ran a casino once your cover was blown.
I’d planned to use a ride share app, but when I looked outside, the same man who’d picked me up the night before was parked outside my apartment.
My phone buzzed.
Your ride is waiting.
Damn, was this what it would be like to date a mobster?
Date? What the fuck? Why would I even think about that?
I considered calling a car for myself anyway, but that could make me late, so I accepted the ride.
When we turned into the casino’s parking lot, I was surprised to see how full it was. I knew they did business twenty-four seven, but I didn’t think that many people were gambling in the middle of the workday. Rafael must be doing everything right to pull in this kind of business. Why did that make me smile?
I took a deep breath before I walked through the doors. Once inside, I headed straight to the door that led to the private rooms and offices. I didn’t have to say a thing to the guards there. They simply opened the door and ushered me through. I supposed none of them would dare contradict an order from a Theriot.
Another security guard appeared before I’d taken more than a few steps. He was about eight feet tall and four hundred pounds of pure muscle, but surely, there was no need to panic. “Good evening. I’m here to escort you to Mr. Theriot’s office.”
I nodded. Obviously, Rafe didn’t want me loose in the private areas of the casino. Who knew what I might stumble into?
When we reached his office, the guard knocked, and Rafe called for us to come in. When the guard opened the door, I saw that Rafe wasn’t alone in there.
There was a young woman in a skintight dress sitting on the edge of his desk. She was holding a tablet and tapping on it with a stylus, which indicated this was a business meeting, but if that were true, why the hell was she perched up there like she was hoping they’d use the desk the way I wanted to?
“Will there be anything else, Mr. Theriot?” The tone of her voice let me know she truly meant anything.
I didn’t like that at all. “He’s meeting with me now, so you can leave.” She turned to me, eyes wide, and then she hopped off the desk and looked back at Rafael.
He nodded. “That’s all, Melinda. I apologize. My guest is not known for his manners.”
She gave me a sideways glance before focusing on Rafe again. “Let me know if any other problems come up, sir.” She clasped the tablet to her in a way that pushed her already perky cleavage up more. I wanted to escort her out of the room myself. Was I actually fucking jealous?
Yes. I was. I didn’t want anyone near Rafe. I didn’t want anyone else touching him, even though that made no sense at all.
In any other scenario, I would’ve been focused on Melinda, wondering if she wanted to hook up with me tonight if she wasn’t going to be busy with Rafael, but he was the only person I was interested in now. I did not want to analyze that further.
Rafe cleared his throat, and I turned to look at him. I’d been distracted making sure Melinda left and the guard closed the door tightly.
“I see you showed up,” Rafe said. “And apparently, you don’t think much of Melinda.”
“I don’t think much of you having someone in here flirting with you when you’re meeting with me.”
He grinned. “You get possessive fast.”
“No. I don’t want to play games.”
“So we’re going to ignore what happened last night?”
I slammed my hands down on his desk and leaned down until my face was inches from his. “You’re going to start talking. You’re going to tell me what you know about Ivanov, and we’re going to figure out how to find his spy and then kill the fucking bastard.”
Rafe smiled. “Damn, I thought maybe you’d put me over the desk first. I mean, I could’ve taken a lot more last night.”
Just like that, my cock was hard, and that was all I wanted to do. The need to make plans, my anger that he’d been flirting, all of it was gone in a haze of lust.
“You really are fucking easy. Maybe you’re as big of a slut as I am.”
I was not about to address that. “Tell me what you’re up to here.” I tapped the files on his desk.
He sighed. “Going through employee information.”
“On paper?”
“I’m tired of looking at the fucking screen. I’ve been at this since I sent you home.”
I frowned. “You didn’t go to sleep?”
He shook his head. “I don’t sleep a lot.”