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Chapter Seven
Her name was Beatrix,and she was there. Jonas had watched her walk around the room three times before he had stopped another waitress and asked her name. The black-haired woman raised a brow at him but told him. At first, he hadn’t believed her, but since she had gone by Trixi the previous night, he was sure it was her real name.
Today her red hair was up in a messy bun that failed to contain all of it. Red tendrils ran down her back to the white blouse and black pants she wore that matched the other waitress’s.
Jonas sat on a chair in the corner of the room and watched her. Every time around, she had stopped or paused by his uncle. Harvey Raiden was very interested in the sudden attention from an attractive younger woman and seemed to get more and more interested as the evening went on.
It had taken him by surprise when the redhead from last night had walked out of the backroom with a tray in her hand. He had recognized her immediately; his body had too. She was just as sexy today as she had been yesterday, maybe even more so. Today he knew the sex kitten that was underneath the white shirt and black pants, and he wanted her again.
The two waitresses seemed to have a secret language and were communicating every time their eyes met. This wasn’t either one’s first time working together. The other two who were involved in the catering didn’t seem to know the language.
A long-time member of the board had left, and Harvey had followed him, which was interesting. But then his Beatrix had followed them soon after, and he was determined to see what she was up to. Maybe yesterday had all been a setup, and Harvey was on to him. Would he use a woman to do his dirty work? Jonas thought to himself.
Out the door, he followed her down the hallway until she went into a room. A boardroom? An office?
Just outside the door, he caught up to her instantly when he said. “He’s not in there, Trixi.”
Her head snapped up, and he looked into those grayish-brown eyes that he had watched sparkle, as she came in his arms. He hadn’t been able to get those eyes out of his mind all day.
“Hello, Jonas. Who is ‘he’?” she asked innocently, like the night before hadn’t happened. They were just having a conversation.
“Harvey. He isn’t in there.” Jonas stopped in front of her, maybe too close, because she had to crane her neck to see his face.
“I didn’t really think he would be in the ladies’ restroom.” His eyes glanced at the door above her head.
“Do you work for him?” he demanded, dismissing the room she was going to go into.
“Who?”
“Harvey. Do you work for him?” he hissed, and his hand slid over her hip, needing to touch the woman. He hated that he had to touch her again.
“Never heard of him,” she replied and bit her lip. Was she lying?
“You seemed pretty into him tonight.” His other hand had her other hip firmly in his grasp.
She didn’t make a move to push him away, “The old guy? Royal blue tie?”
“You were flirting with him pretty hard. I didn’t like it.” His lips lowered to hers, almost touching.
“He’s not my type.” Her voice was breathy as she licked her soft pink lips.
“Good,” he said and backed her into the door behind her. It opened, and he pushed her inside. His hand left her hip, and he locked the door behind them.
They were standing in a stark white, brightly lit bathroom, and Jonas didn’t care. All he wanted was to touch her again, have her again. Pulling her tight to him, he kissed her right on the lips. Her response to him said she had been thinking about him all day as well.
She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, and he jerked her crisp shirt from where it was tucked into her pants and slid his hands over the soft skin that he could still see in his mind. Cupping her breasts brought another moan from her mouth.
“What are you doing here?” He needed to know as his hands unclasped the bra under her shirt.
“Working,” she gasped as he squeezed her nipples between his fingers.
“For whom?” He squeezed harder, and she gasped again. Not in pain, but pleasure, he was sure.
“Sisters, my sisters.” She leaned her head back and forced her breasts more into his hands. Her reactions were the same as the night before: fast and responsive.
His mind was racing. Was she telling the truth? None of the four looked alike.
“What’s your name?” His lips found her pulse on her neck, and he nipped her with his teeth.
