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I give myself a quick look over in the mirror. I’m used to bringing most of my makeup with me when I leave the house, because between school and work, I usually need to do some touch ups. So, I have a smokey eye shadow look to go with my black dress, and I’ve paired it with a nude lip color.
The owner of Vivenne’s—Vivenne herself—helped me choose the outfit, insisting the form-fitting, knee-length dress would be perfect. The long sleeves are off the shoulder, and there’s a silver sparkly strip across the top.
When I went to pick out a pair of black shoes to go with it, Vivenne stopped me with a disapproving look and instead directed me to a pair of silver heels with spikes. I had tried to refuse when I saw the red bottoms, but she insisted. I have to admit, they’re sexy and edgy, and I’m sure the dress, though appearing simple, isn’t exactly cheap either.
I make my way to the door and open it up. When Vicente’s eyes peruse my body, my cheeks heat and my stomach clenches. I find myself hoping he approves of the look—and bothered that I even care what he thinks.
“You look good,” he offers.
“Thank you. Let me grab my things.”
I swipe my phone off the counter and tuck it into my purse before meeting him back at the door. He looks as devastatingly handsome as ever in his black-on-black suit. I don’t know much about him, but I doubt he deviates much from what I’ve seen him in thus far. I can’t imagine seeing him in jeans or sweats, though the visual of him wearing a pair of gray joggers and nothing else makes my stomach do a somersault.
His palm touches the lower part of my back as we enter the hallway and head for the elevators. He doesn’t say anything as we descend to the basement level, instead spending his time sending out messages on his phone.
When the elevator opens, he takes my arm and escorts me to a waiting car where a man stands with the back door open. Based on the emblem I can see in the front, it’s a Mercedes.
“Sir.”
Vicente nods his head and lets me get in first before walking around and getting in on the other side.
The interior of this car is more elegant than any room I’ve ever been inside. The seats are leather, and according to the controls at my side they can recline and warm up. There are screens in front of both of us, and a small section between both seats that has a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
When he gets in, he grabs a small tablet that rests in a pocket between us and types something in there before putting it back.
“Where are we going?” I finally ask.
“To a club opening in Briton.”
“Briton?”
Vicente turns to look at me. “Is that a problem?”
“No. I just didn’t realize it would be that far.”
He stares at me for several seconds, and I try not to shrink under his glare. “Good. I want to show you something,” he says to me, pulling out a folder from underneath his seat.
“Okay,” I reply, wondering what it could be.
He opens it up and produces a handful of photos. At first I’m not sure what I’m looking at. The first one looks like a random shot of people on a street. The second is a closer look at one person in particular. The third, fourth, and fifth photos are from right in front of Ace’s High and then inside it. When I see my own frightened face in them, I realize what this series is.
I turn to look at him, my mouth open in surprise. “You got these printed out?”
“This is the man that was following you, no?”
I go back and look at them all again. The first one was right outside the coffee shop, and sure enough that’s the man standing outside the window. In the next one, it’s when he’s following me after I had just left. The remaining photos are taken from the cameras as I was running inside.
“Yeah, that’s him. How did you get these?”
“Well, the ones from the casino are easy enough. You know why.” He takes the pictures from me and tucks them back in the folder. “You said he followed you from the coffee shop. I read the name on the cup and got someone to get the security footage from outside the building.”
“That easy, huh?”
He gives me a grin that makes my heart race. “Yes, most things are.”
“So, you’ll be able to keep an eye out for him now?”
Vicente looks at me like he’s confused. “It’s already been taken care of. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
