Which, I mean,of coursehe would.
There’s no reason at all for him to waste time, and there were no instructions about us needing to go to Fantasy Haven for multiple days.
We go. He dies. I don’t have to worry about sharing a hotel room or bed with him at all. I’ll just need to destroy his phone, answer police questions, and figure out a way back home. It’s foolproof.
I hope.
Forcing myself to relax, I murmur, “Fine…”
“You don’t sound too eager.”
I’m terribly worried that the assassin Junction’s organization is going to hire will once again be garbage, fail to kill you, and subject me to spending a night in a room that hundreds if not thousands of other people have used… So do pardon me if I’m not soundingtoo eager.
I mumble, “I’m not the sort who normally does things like this.”
Bracing his hands beneath his chin, Malcolm stares deep into my soul, eyes lethal and lips curved. “Yes…to be so certain I’msurprisedyou’dsuggest a theme park of all things for our first date.” His gaze drops, scanning me with intent. “It seems rather out of character.”
My stomach turns over, so I whirl on my heel. “I believe it’s safe to say you know nothing about me.”
“Is it? Because you just admitted you don’t normally do things like this.”
Indeed I accidentally did. “I have my reasons,” I mutter.
“Do you now?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I prefer you calling mecrow.” Wickedness slinks through his voice, taunting. “Like a lover would.”
What sort ofloverin what sort of universe—
Rolling my shoulders back, I battle to contain myself as fury mingles with irritation and both threaten to rise. “I have documents to organize.”
“Beautiful. I have a date to plan for my beloved dove.” A pen clicks open behind me. “You may take your leave.”
I was planning on it. But now, with his “permission,” my jaw pops, and I find myself standing stone still.
“Oh, right.” Malcolm’s attention hits me square in the back. “On top of organizing those documents, do also clear my Wednesday and Thursday. I’m going out…with my favorite toy.”
My fingers clench into a fist, but I manage to control myself as I sneer, “As you wish.Sir.”
Chapter Six
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Just act natural. AndnaturallyI’m not praying a sniper takes out my date.
Azalea
Today, my job is to behave normally. And when the cops interrogate me, the situation is simple: Malcolm wanted to go to a theme park. It’s a work day. He’s known for being eccentric. It’s not unusual for him to want to go to a theme park and invite his PA along with him. I didn’t want to go. My boss coerced and/or threatened me.
Because he has done stuff like that.
For two straight years.
Saying so might suggest motive, but it stands to reason that I have no idea how exactly Junction plans to kill Malcolm today.
So I’m basically innocent.
