Charles opened his mouth, and Nico added, “Including Gil and Abby.”
Charles waved his hand. “Okay, forget about the letter.”
“Easier said than done.”
“I mean, forget about it for now.” Charles gazed up at the ceiling, looking deep in thought. “I just realized something. We’ve gone completely off the rails here.” He poked her in the chest. “You still haven’t given me any details about your adventure at Drink and Dive.”
Nico was hoping he’d forgotten.
Charles examined the wad of cash. “I wonder how much is here. Although I suppose it doesn’t really matter, does it? You didn’t need the money, so why gothere, once you werethere?”
Nico drew a deep breath. “It was him.”
Charles rubbed his hands together, a greedy expression in his blue eyes. “Details. Details. Him-who? What did he look like?”
“Like an annoying, arrogant, asshole, prick,” Nico said emphatically.
“An asshole and a prick; so, he’s got both ends covered.” Charles leaned back, a devilish grin on his face. “That handsome?”
“How do you get handsome from annoying, arrogant, asshole, prick?”
“Because annoying, arrogant, asshole, pricks are always handsome.”
“That’s not true.”
“Oh yes, it is. There’s a direct link between being annoying, arrogant, assholey, and prickish and being handsome. It must be coded or encoded in the DNA. In fact, I think I read that somewhere. I can’t remember where.”
“He wasn’t handsome,” Nico insisted as she turned away from Charles’s penetrating stare.
She touched her lips, thinking of his.
She’d expected them to be cold and hard. But they weren’t.
No, they weren’t.
When he’d stood behind her and she could smell him, she felt an overwhelming urge to taste him up and down. Every inch of him. The way he smelled left her thinking even his sweat would taste sweet.
No, both sweet and savory.
And when he’d placed his hands on her hips, holding her firm, she wanted those hands to roam. She wanted them to go down.
Down.
Down.
All the way.
Down.
Like hers had when she’d searched his pockets and felthim.
Damn he was hard. Just how big is the man?
Charles went from playful to serious. “Did he get to you?”
Nico blinked. “Get to me? No! What a thing to say!”
“I say it because your face says it.”
