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“It’s Judith.” She frowns but does as she’s told, her legs stretching out on either side of my thighs.
I whisper so only she can hear, “Put on your best show and you’ll be compensated with a better profession than the one you obviously hate and are terrible at, judging by your subpar conversation and drinking skills.”
Julie Robot Judith shows the first real smile in the entirety of her clusterfuck career and nods.
She fingers my tie just in time for Aspen to see us. I pretend that I haven’t noticed her as I smile at some nonsense Julie is saying.
But in my peripheral vision, I spot the slight pause in Aspen’s movements. It’s a mere fraction of a second that doesn’t even translate on her face. Not a moment later, she strides toward us with sure determination, her bright hair swishing over her shoulders.
She clears her throat loud enough to compete with the half-muffled music from the club.
“Aspen,” Mateo greets her. “To what do we owe this visit?”
“I need Nicolo’s signature for an acquisition.” I can feel her attention on me even before I lift my head.
And when I do, she glares at me so hard, it’s a miracle that no lasers come out of her eyes.
“Aspen,” I say as if I just detected her existence. “Do join us.”
“No, thanks. You seem to have your fair share of company.” She sounds like she’s in her element, which means she still has that infuriating control.
My hand slides up Julie’s waist while the other grabs her brown hair in a fist.
Despite the dim light, the blotch of red that explodes on Aspen’s throat would be visible from Mars.
Even her lips press harder against one another.
Just for knockout’s sake, I let my mouth hover an inch away from Julie’s neck as she moans like a porn star.
Even while she turns a curious shade of red, Aspen keeps her composure. I’ll give her that.
So I say, “You can still join us. Julie wouldn’t mind.”
“The only thing I’ll join is your funeral,” she spits out and throws open her briefcase nearly spilling all the papers inside, then pulls out a file and thrusts it in Nicolo’s face. “Sign.”
He appears half-amused, half-bored as he takes his time scribbling on the document.
She taps her toe on the floor, completely ignoring me and Julie, who’s humping herself on my thigh for an orgasm.
As soon as Nicolo is finished, Aspen practically snatches the file from his fingers and shoves it back in her briefcase. I expect her to turn and leave, but she marches toward us.
I grin. “Changed your mind about joining?”
She stares me straight in the eye as she snatches Mateo’s drink and pours it over my head with a sweet smile on her face.
“Have a shitty evening, prick.” Still smiling, she nods at everyone. “Gentlemen.”
Then she turns and leaves with the grace of royalty.
But not before I get what I want.
My lips twitch and I push Julie and her annoying gasps away from me.
Nicolo, who’s been smirking like an idiot on crack, looks at me. “Care to elaborate about why you’re smiling?”
“None of your business.”
“I disagree.” He fingers an unlit cigar like it’s a woman’s body. “Remember when we were young and our fathers taught us the importance of aiming for someone’s center of power? The one thing without which they’ll crumble and won’t be able to pick up their pieces again? I think I might have just found yours.”
