Should I just plainly ask her about Pascal? Will she accept money in exchange for that information?
Do I even need that number at this point?
I will see her again. She is the key to my reason for being here. For my interest in Merged. Getting close to her is an important part of my plan.
Revenge requires stepping stones. Not emotions.
But somewhere, midway through the night, my focus shifted. Maybe it had something to do with those honey-brown eyes glaring at me, like she wanted to stab me and kiss me at the same time.
Fuck, this spontaneous liaison isn’t what I planned. I just can’t decide whether it furthered my plans or derailed them.
There is only one wayto find out.
I towel-dry my hair and pick up the mask from the sink where I left it. Its smooth material is cool on my fingers. I play with it for a moment before I toss it into the basket.
It’s time to face her.
I open the door, stepping into the bedroom that has just witnessed our moans and a beat of reckless pleasure.
“The moment of truth, Foxy.”
One glance at the bed and a quick scan around the room, and one thing is clear: she’s gone.
No phone number.
No introduction.
No awkwardness.
Just a warm dent in the sheets, and the faintest trace of her lavender scent.
I stand in the middle of the room as the ridiculousness of it hits me. A laugh bubbles out. A real laugh.
Sharp. Surprised. Not entirely sane.
Of course, the one woman I actually wanted to talk to after fucking disappears before I can even show her my face.
Blue or red?
In my guest suite bedroom, I stare at myself in the mirror, unsure which tie I’m going to wear.
Uncertainty is my least favorite state. Besides sobriety and sentimentality.
Like choosing my tie matters. But landing a solid place at Merged for the time being is the only way I can advance in my revenge plan.
A plan that kind of landed in my lap when I researched the Lock family.
Blue or red?
I don’t like being unsure. But after the unplanned events of last night, I’m slightly untethered.
The next few hours might determine how close I get to my goal.
What if Corm Quinn doesn’t sell me the stake in his company? Then last night might not have been a mistake.
I glance over at my laptop where the Merged office manager stares at me from the photo on their website.
Roxy Moretti.
