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“And you’re sure he’s the owner?”
“Not one bit.”
My eyes leave her door and focus on him. The bloke’s never lied to me yet. “What are your suspicions?”
“Someone’s using his name to cover up whatever they’re up to.”
“Agreed.” I scratch my jaw, my mind running through possibilities, planning how to rid Aliana of this arsehole that’s too close for comfort. Either you’re here for her, or you can involve her in the wrong place, wrong time scenario, which I don’t appreciate. “A dead man walking.”
“How deep do I go?”
“Until I have a name. No matter the cost.”
Kray nods, mobile in hand as he shoots off a series of texts. “I’ll have everything I find to you by tonight. No excuses.”
“Good.” The alarm on my mobile goes off then: it’s ten a.m. and Miss Rubens needs a reminder to get dressed. I’ve already let her sleep an extra hour. “Expect a call from me.”
“Where are we going again?” Aliana asks from beside me between sips of my cuppa—the same cup of tea she teased me about since I didn’t make it myself. Such a bratty little thing. More so when she just called me a pampered punk after I explained that a guard inspected our order.
Miss Rubens is the only person walking this earth that could get away with calling me that.
I’d shoot my own father if he’d made the same joke. Casper too.
But with her, I laugh and let it go. Love it, actually. The temptation. The foreplay.
I also let her steal my drink after she finished her sugar rush in a cup before walking out the door. The sinful little number she’s wearing today had a lot to do with that decision.
A white bodysuit with a plunging neckline, and a pair of jeans that accentuate her hips and arse, while on her feet she has on a pair of nude wedge sandals. Her body is on full display, each bloody curve highlighted while my eyes keep coming back to the two little beads poking through her top. She isn’t wearing a bra; her perky tits tempt me to nip each peak as they bounce in time with the car.
With each dip in the road, they strain against the cotton keeping them from me.
Each time I press the brake, a little more skin comes into view.
Motherfucking goddess of seduction.
“You’ll know when we get there, sweetheart. Be patient.”
“Patience is overrated.” Her huff is cute, as is the way she licks her bottom lip to catch a drop of tea. “Besides, what if I’m underdressed? Or I’m wearing the wrong kind of shoes?”
“I wouldn’t let you be uncomfortable, Miss Rubens. I’m prepared for all situations.” It’s the third time today I’ve said those words, the first time being seconds after she opened the door in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts, looking rumpled and warm.
“Whatever it is, I’m not buying, nor do I care about saving the world at this time of day. Please come back during my non-sleep and on non-weekend hours.”
“Good morning to you too, love.” At my greeting, her head snapped up and a second later the door was slammed in my face. From inside, I could hear her grumbling and a few noises that made no sense, but I still found so attractive. What are you doing to me, Venus? “Open the door, Aliana. We’re going to be late, and I brought food.”
“Food?” she asks, voice low. Almost too low to hear, but I catch it and bite back a chuckle. I’ve never felt so relaxed around someone before. Not like this. “Does the order come with any form of caffeine?”
“It might.”
“I need a yes or no answer, Mr. Jameson.”
“You’ll have to open the door and see for yourself, Miss Rubens.”
“Not really.” From the other side of the door, there’s a snicker and even that sound makes my cock twitch. “That’s what peepholes and my Ring camera are for.”
“True. You could...”
“Why is there a but in that pause?”
