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“Like the Brad Pitt, Billy Crudup?—”
“Yup, the actors. Who are now, according to the DNA evidence, suspects in the murder of a piece of shit.”
The wheels start turning inside my head. “How did Salvatore die?”
She makes a face. “Strangled. Gruesome, right?”
A smile curls the corners of my lips. Cassidy gives me a weird look. “Okay, I think you’re enjoying this way too much. You need to lay off the true crime?—”
“Someone’s got a sense of humor.”
She frowns. “What?”
“Jimi Hendrix, Tennessee Williams, and Christian Dior all died by asphyxiation—choking. And those actors were all in the movie Sleepers. They played men who’d been sexually abused as kids by a predator who’d walked.”
Cassidy stares at me. “Are you fucking for real right now?”
“Uh, yes?”
“Wow.” She shakes her head. “That’s…” She gives me a look. “That’s seriously impressive, Fumi. I don’t even think my guy at the NYPD had connected those dots when he told me earlier.”
“Well, feel free to pass it on.”
“I…” She trails off, biting her lip and blushing as her gaze shifts past me to the hall outside.
I turn. Instantly, I feel my cheeks heat.
Oh my.
As if being wildly successful, rich, and ludicrously handsome wasn’t enough, Gabriel Black also has the audacity to look insanely good in a suit. I mean, most people look good in suits. Even an average guy can seriously up his game with a well-tailored one.
But some men just seem to be able to take it to another level. Some men wear them in a way that’s pure porn for those of us who find hot men in good suits attractive.
Some men like Gabriel.
“God, can you imagine fucking him?”
I roll my eyes as Cassidy rips me from my impure thoughts about our boss. I turn to her and sigh. “Dude, do you need some water?”
“Oh, I got a thirst, girl, but it ain’t for water,” she giggles. Then she waves it off. “Nah, I’m just being weird. I mean, he’s hot as fuck, but it’d be like screwing an actual robot. Can you even imagine that man in bed?”
She grabs me, and I shriek with laughter as she starts to hump my hip with super awkward, jarringly mechanical thrusts.
“You are legit insane,” I snort, shoving her away as my face reddens. At the same time, as ridiculous as it is to get dry-humped by my friend in full view of half the office, what with the big glass break room walls and all, it feels good to laugh.
If nothing else, it takes my mind off the fact that a psychopath with a sword is threatening to kill me and my dad unless we magically come up with five million dollars.
“I hope I’m not interrupting a tender moment, ladies?”
I cringe, my face crumpling in embarrassment. Turning, I smile weakly at Taylor, who’s standing in the doorway looking half-amused.
And I can tell she’s being generous there.
“No… My apologies, Ms. Crown,” Cassidy mumbles, her face ashen. “Just…inside joke.”
Taylor smiles. “Well, let’s maybe keep the sexual harassment lawsuits at bay for the morning, shall we?”
“Of course, Ms. Crown,” my friend mutters, dropping her gaze. “I should get back to work anyway.”
