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"Busy week, huh?" she says, and the tad of disappointment I hear in her voice makes my heart beat faster.
I state, "I'd rather stay here with you."
She beams. "You can make it up to me later."
I squeeze her ass and chuckle, knowing I intend to do just that. "Deal."
She rises on her tippy-toes, pecks me on the cheek, then snaps my towel off me. She glances down at my cock, then bats her eyes, pouting, "Oops. Sorry."
I resist the urge to back her against the wall. I warn, "I see a punishment in your future."
She shrugs, then leaves the room, glancing back at me over her shoulder.
Yep, she's it.
The uncomfortable tightness spawns again. I fight through it and go into my closet. I get dressed, then leave, driving to Compton.
I pull into Jones's garage. He comes to my window. "I have access to all the new accounts. Here's the data." He hands me an oversized envelope.
"What's this?" I question.
"New offshore accounts. I've already hacked into them though."
"Good man," I praise and fist-bump him. I ask, "And you're sure there's no evidence I was in the building last night?"
He scoffs. "Of course. I'm not an amateur. Not a trace of evidence exists."
I chuckle. "No, you sure aren't an amateur." I reach into the glove box and pull out an envelope of cash. "Your bonus."
He takes it from me, stating, "I'll work on the credit cards this morning. You should be good in a few hours."
"Perfect. Text me when it's ready," I order, then leave the garage.
I fight the thick smog and traffic, then grab a coffee at a local shop while returning some emails. I get a text.
Jones: Done.
Giddiness hits me. I go to the country club for lunch. Hugh scheduled lunch with his cronies and pointed out that I hadn't gone in a while. Every now and then, I go to make Hugh happy. He likes to have me there to confirm when he brags about how well our company's doing. But I'm only here for my own benefit. And I can't wait to watch what's about to happen.
My timing is impeccable, arriving at valet just as Hugh gets out of his car. I can tell right away something is off by his distracted expression. His jovial arrogance is nowhere to be seen.
"Hugh," I call out when he doesn't seem to notice me.
Red deepens on his face. "Riggs."
"Why do you look frazzled?" I ask innocently.
He shakes his head. "I'm not. I'm fine."
Sure you are, you lying, thieving, manipulative bastard.
We go inside to the check-in desk. Mabel pins her wide eyes on Hugh. She clears her throat. "Mr. Gallow, Amy needs to speak with you."
His eyes turn to slits. "Why?"
Amy from membership walks out. "Mr. Gallow, can you step into my office for a quick minute?"
"I have people waiting," he declares in his haughty tone.
