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Grabbing my mug, I head through the bedroom, placing the phone and the wire in my bag as I strut through the living room. My heels click as I walk, and I add an extra sway to my hips from my newfound confidence. I kneel down and give Mischief a quick kiss before placing the mug in the sink and reluctantly grabbing the keys.
I roll my shoulders back, the broken wire burning a hole in my purse, ready to face the day and the three Dixen brothers. When I feel like I’m ready, I walk purposely toward the front door.
And there on the glossy wood is one more note.
See you soon.
A threat or a promise?
Both send fear and desire through me. Three simple words, and my heart is racing, my pussy is wet, and my mind is intrigued. Ripping open the door, I head to the elevator and ride it down to the parking garage, eyeing the spots which are filled with expensive, luxurious cars. Every single model and make you could think of is here. There’s even a limousine and some motorcycles, which make me pause. They’re so pretty, but I’m aware I’m short on time. I still have to meet Bronson and get to the office.
So, clicking the fob, I hear a loud beep and a sexy roar as an engine turns on. I follow the sound and gulp at the car. The doors open upward, revealing the leather bucket seats and LED illuminated dash. The bright red car is smooth and unblemished, and the license plate is personalized.
D1X3N.
Great.
I hesitate for only a moment before sliding in and pressing the door so it slips down. I eye the wheel and all the buttons and gadgets in confusion. What the hell is this thing? A rocket ship?
I press a button, and the air conditioning blasts, the music comes on, and a touch screen rises and shows me a map with the car on it. Okay, I can do this. I manage to figure out how to turn off the air and switch on the heat instead.
Fake it till you make it, Rory.
I work out how to put the fucking thing in drive, grateful it’s an automatic, and peel out of the garage. The door rises as soon as I approach and then I merge into traffic. It’s been so long since I’ve driven that my hands shake as I grip the wheel, trying to get a feel for a car so powerful.
I don’t know if the Dixens are tracking the car, but I can’t take any risks. To hide what I’m doing, I head to a coffee shop on the way to the office that has a parking lot, texting Bronson when I stop for a red light to let him know. When I pull around the shop to the back, he’s waiting, leaning against his vehicle.
I get out, and he whistles at the car. “Don’t get used to it, remember why you’re there,” he reminds me.
“Morning to you too,” I mutter as I quickly unbutton the shirt, wanting to get this over with. He reveals the wire in his hand and quickly tapes it into position, his cold fingers making my skin crawl. His expression stays impassive the whole time. As soon as he’s done, I step back and quickly button my shirt. I grab the old wire from my purse and hand it to him.
“Get what we need, play it cool, and whatever you do, do not get caught,” he orders, sipping a coffee.
“No, I thought I would purposely tell them I’m there to spy.” I roll my eyes and turn away, heading back to the car.
“Don’t underestimate them, O’Brien. They are more dangerous than you know!” he calls. Ignoring him, I climb inside, but his words stick with me.
Dangerous…and they were in my apartment while I slept. They could have easily killed me. I need to be more careful. I can’t be lulled into a false sense of security just because of nice things and money.
Determined, I quickly go through the drive through to grab a coffee so I have it as an alibi in case they ask, and then I head to the office ready to begin my day as the Dixens’ assistant.
