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She nods and gazes at me with curiosity and absolutely nothing else.
“You have accepted my offer and are probably curious about what it involves.”
I am rewarded with a blank expression and so I say with no emotion, “The life of Carlos Matasso.”
She merely nods before saying in a husky drawl, “Then you had better fill me in on the details.”
“Of course.” I lean forward and glare at her with a calculating expression; something that usually makes my guests squirm, but not her. She stares back at me with defiance and that amuses me a little. She is certainly intriguing, and I like that - a lot.
“My father is dead; you may already know that.” I say in a voice devoid of all emotion.
She nods. “I understand he was the victim of an explosion in the marina in Dubai. There were a few survivors, but most of them perished, including your sister, Eliza.”
She delivers her response with a cold curiosity and at the mention of Eliza my heart lurches and cuts me sharply inside. The jagged edges of my heart have sharpened since she was taken from us, and I am guessing my guilt is responsible. I turned my back on the one woman I should have protected, and I will never forgive myself for that.
“You have done your homework, Miss. Blake.”
I disguise emotion well; I always have, and it appears I’m not the only one.
She nods. “I always do, Mr. Ortega. Planning and preparation are the tools of my trade, which you are paying me well for.”
“Of course.” I nod, gazing into the eyes of an assassin and recognizing a kindred spirit when I see one.
I return to business with a dismissive flick of my head and growl, “My father’s will is due to be read in a few days. It doesn’t come down on my side.”
“I see.” She crosses her shapely legs and for some reason that causes the blood to heat inside me because I am not immune to a woman’s charms. Ordinarily, I would have bent this one over by now to satisfy my carnal urges before sending her on her way. However, I need Chastity for more important work than satisfying my cock and so I shift a little and stuff my depravity back into its box and say huskily, “I need you to forge a new one.”
“Easily done.” She appears almost disappointed as she says quickly, “Is that all?”
“What do you think, Miss. Blake? A forgery is hardly worth two million dollars.”
I’m almost amused as she shrugs. “What else?”
I settle back in my chair and say casually, “Are you familiar with the story of The Trojan Horse?”
She nods, the anger flashing in her beautiful eyes. “I am.”
“I am looking at one and I’ve lived with one.” I pin my gaze on her, searching for the fear that I expected my words to create, but all I am faced with is a mild curiosity.
“Then I expect you have a plan to make that happen, Mr. Ortega.”
She delivers back her response with casual indifference, and I nod.
“I do.”
I glance at Ryan, who is listening with interest and his amused grin almost cracks my own hard expression. I’m guessing that, like me, he is entranced by our guest because I have never met a woman like her before. There aren’t many women like Chastity Blake, and I am interested to witness her skills first hand rather than listening to tales spoken in hushed awe as the legend is sharpened after every job she delivers.
Will this be her last? I would be disappointed if she fails, angry even and yet something is telling me I backed the winning horse because, like me, this woman leaves nothing to chance and everything to opportunity.
I smile darkly and wrap this meeting up with a curt, “Then get some sleep, Miss. Blake and we will begin after lunch. Ruby will show you to your room and can arrange everything you need.”
Ryan moves to her side and says courteously, “Please follow me, Miss. Blake.”
To her credit, she merely nods and without another glance in my direction, uncoils her body from the leather chair and stands, turning to leave with an elegance that doesn’t go unnoticed. As she sways her hips on her way to the door, my interest stirs further as I imagine what it would be like to own a woman like that.
I love the finer things in life, the best, and I always get what I want. If Chastity Blake is successful in her mission, I may even contemplate offering her a different kind of contract of a more personal kind.
CHAPTER3
