CHAPTER 11
KIARA
Fuck, that was such a rush.
I lie back on the sunlounger in the private cabana with Diego, the bar attendant, refilling my strawberry daiquiri, and all I can think about is how good that hit was. I’d timed it perfectly. Right down to checking Raiden’s schedule to figure out what time he was due to leave for his meetings.
The second he slipped out, I was gone right after him, the key to the sleek black Ducati hidden in my suit. Raiden’s note said he should be gone for a few hours, and I was able to get all the way out to Tossa de Mar, make the kill, and get back to the beach all before he even realized I was gone.
The extra sleep would have been nice, but now that the job is done and there’s nothing but these strawberry daiquiris, the beach, andRaiden’s skilled cock keeping me in Barcelona, I’ll probably be heading home soon. I’ll be able to sleep on the flight, and then I’ll crash again once I get home, just because I can. The only problem is, Raiden will be there, and I don’t know what to do about that.
Was it a mistake getting involved with him? Absolutely. But was it worth it? Hell to the mother fucking yes. When in Rome, right? That’s the only excuse I can possibly come up with to justify sleeping with the bane of my existence.
He could offer me a good time, and even though I was here on business, I find what I do fun, so technically, one could argue that despite doing a job, I was also here for pleasure, which basically means I’m on vacation. And when a girl is on vacation, why shouldn’t she be railed?
Hands down, it was the best sex I’ve ever had, and that’s saying a lot. While I can think of a million reasons it never should have happened, I can’t bring myself to regret it just yet. Though knowing Raiden, I’m sure all he’ll have to do is open his mouth, and I’ll be clawing my eyes out for letting him touch me.
With work out of the way, I switch into vacation mode, relaxing on the sunlounger under the private hotel cabana, and as I soak up the hot European sun, I pull out my phone and call my best friend.
Milan answers on the first ring. “Holy shit, tell me you got him?”
“Of course I got him,” I say, a grin stretching across my face. Honestly, you’d think she’d have stopped doubting me by now. “Clean shot to the back of his head and not a witness in sight.”
“Shit. I don’t know how you do it. You’re like a ghost.”
My smile widens as she gives me the compliment of the year. “Why, thank you, though to be fair, it did take longer than anticipated. I would have liked to have got it done last night, but with that big party, there were too many witnesses.”
“Party?” she says as I hear her typing into her computer, most likely officially marking the contract complete so I can get paid. “What party?”
I let out a breath. “Girl. This party was insane, but that’s not even the interesting part. You know my new neighbor? Dude with the cock the size of an elephant trunk?”
“Yeah,” she says with a laugh. “I’m still waiting for a picture, by the way.”
I scoff. “I got something much better than a simple picture. You’ll never believe how my night went.”
“Ooooh, do spill.”
“Okay, so you know how Raiden is some kind of international sales rep?” I start, knowing she already knows this shit because all I’ve been able to do for the past two weeks is complain about the guy. “Well, the party last night was apparently a big deal for big businesses in Europe, so after shocking the absolute crap out of me and trying to accuse me of—”
“Wait. He was there? In Barcelona? The same guy who just happened to move in next door to you two weeks ago is now showing up in the same city, at the exact same party, while you’re across theglobe working a job. You don’t think that’s suspicious at all?”
“Uhh . . . I mean, kinda. I suppose. If you think about it like that, but I’ve looked into him, and everything checks out. It’s just one over-the-top insane coincidence.”
“You know what I say about coincidences.”
I roll my eyes. “I know, I know, and most of the time, I would agree with you, but I’m a good judge of character. I’ve always trusted my gut, and Raiden is an over-qualified pain in my ass, but there’s nothing more to it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“I feel as though I should look into this guy.”
“You’re not going to find anything,” I tell her. “Trust me, I’ve spent every waking moment for the past two weeks trying to find just a scrap of dirt on him, and apart from angry women blasting him online for never calling them back, that’s about it.”
“Ahhh, a real modern-day knight in shining armor.”
I can’t help but laugh, because honestly, that’s probably exactly how he feels about himself. “I mean, I don’t know about that, but last night . . . shit. He might have earned that knighthood.”
