Tucker looked around the table. The confidence from earlier had begun to crack. “I hired a service. They provided entertainment. Everyone had a good time.”
“Did they?”
“Yes.”
“Huh,” I murmured. “Because the reports I received described something different.”
“Reports?” Tucker scoffed. “From who?”
“The very women involved.”
He opened his mouth to laugh it off.
And the conference room doors burst open.
Every head turned. Bonnie strode into the room first. Red dress. Fire in her eyes. Behind her came Genie and Jessie. And half a dozen other women I imagined were Genie’s employees. Waitresses. Event staff. Women who had worked Tucker’s parties.
Holy shit.
The room exploded into murmurs.
Tucker froze.
So did I. If Bonnie got the wrong impression of why I was holding this meeting…
Her gaze found mine instantly. Fury still burned there. But beneath it, understanding flickered.
I concealed a slam of relief to the gut and inclined my head to her.
The floor was theirs now.
And Douglas Tucker had just run out of places to hide.
Chapter 22
Bonnie
All eyes turned to us.
To me, Genie, Jessie, and the line of women behind us who looked like they’d rather chew glass than be facing the wall of suits. Yet they’d showed up.
At the closest end of the table stood Douglas Tucker. His smug smile vanished the second he recognised me. Then Genie and the rest of the girls.
For a moment, his brain clearly stalled.
Genie broke the silence. “Evening, Dougie.”
Her voice carried easily across the room. Every head swivelled back to him.
Tucker’s face flushed a blotchy red. “What the hell is this?” he barked.
Genie crossed her arms. “You remember me, right? I ran the service for your party.”
“Security!” Tucker snapped.
“No one’s coming,” Elijah said calmly from the head of the table.
That voice. Completely certain. Oh God, I loved him.
