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That didn’t sound like Little League bullshit.
“Well, good for her.” What was she up to?
Hugh nodded. “Yeah, hopefully this will help her move up the ladder, make a little more money. She’s banking on her new story to be her break-out. Something about a club. A private country club or some such.”
My stomach dropped to the floor. I leaned against a wall to steady myself.
Breathe…
“What was that, Hugh?” I had to work to steady my voice. “She’s doing a story about a club?”
“Yeah, sounds interesting, doesn’t it? I can’t wait to read it. The kid can write. Just like her mom.” He extended his hand. “Listen man, gotta run. Let’s do dinner again soon, okay?”
“’Course.”
As soon as he was gone, I rushed back to my office, slammed the door, and locked it.
“Varden?” My admin’s voice rang from the other side of the door. “You okay?”
“Yup. Just a little headache,”
Shit, shit, shit.
What in the holy fuck?
She wasn’t doing a story on a country club. She was doing a story on a fucking sex club! How did I not figure that out? And I was probably going to be part of it.
I fell into my desk chair and buried my head in my hands.
I was pissed. Pissed at myself for doing anything that put me—and the firm—in harm’s way.
I paced the office. Miss M had been right to be suspicious. Jesus, her instincts were good. I could learn a thing or two from her.
This is what happened when I let my dick lead me around.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
’Course I couldn’t be too furious. After all, wasn’t I doing some deceiving, myself?
I had to get in touch with Saffi. If she knew who I was, she’d never reveal my identity.
Right?
Chapter 27
Saffi
The Man in the Venetian Mask.
That looked damn good on paper.
Thanks, G, man of mystery. And sex god…
In the office the next morning, exhausted and drained by that insane session with my masked friend, I found myself on an unexpected roll. I sat at my computer and wrote for three hours straight. When the gang came by to give me their Chinese food order, I actually told them I was too busy.
God that felt good.
Tom invited himself into my cube. “What?” I asked as I kept typing.
