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“A month ago.”
He’d probably had the place cleaned then, too. There was no way Teddy would walk into his sty of a home, and just let him return to it looking like that. And aside from the garbage, the place itself—the walls and baseboards and such—were all clean.
“How’s Teddy been? I haven’t seen him.” Everyone else had, when they’d been hitting the clubs and crashing at one of Teddy’s penthouses or mansions. But I’d been keeping to myself. And pining over a chick whose name I didn’t even fucking know.
“He’s Teddy,” he said with a shrug.
Teddy was closer with the OG guys than the rest of us, but he came from money, and only managed to acquire more of it throughout his life. The only reason he’d ever gotten to know the club was back before it was a club, and he’d been passed out in the back of a car that Huck and the guys had jacked.
“Does he come around often?” I asked.
“Every couple weeks or so. I don’t know. He takes me places.”
Because Arty didn’t drive. I didn’t know if he had a license or not, just knew that he didn’t have a car. And when he hardly left his apartment, I guess it made sense not to, even if he could drive.
There was a ding on Arty’s computer.
And just like that, I lost him.
The rest of the sandwich went uneaten, but I left it with him when I said I was going to pop out for a bit, then come back to see if he had anything for me.
When I did, I’d get rid of the sandwich.
No more festering fucking foods.
I texted Teddy while I was walking down the street, asking if he knew of any cleaning companies that would handle working on Arty’s place while he was in it.
I’d like to claim that it was unintentional, that I was just… taking a walk and wound up there.
But that would be complete and utter bullshit.
I intentionally walked in that direction, retracing the steps I’d taken the night after the club.
Because something had been niggling at me the more I thought about it.
That she didn’t have enough time to pick a lock before I saw her. Not even if she was really fucking good at it.
But she would have had time to slip a key into a lock and turn it.
I tried to keep my pace casual as I passed, eyes forward, knowing that the window or the office that mirrored back to me my likeness was probably one-sided. And I didn’t want her to spook before I could at least make it inside.
I pushed the door open, and was met almost instantly with a brighter version of the room I’d fucked the woman in. The dark walls, the black decor, and the slightly out of place brightly colored details on the top of the sole desk in the place.
Behind that desk wasn’t my mystery woman, and I tried like hell not to feel deflated by that.
This woman was objectively just as pretty, but in an entirely different way. Short, slight, with a chest that was pushing against the confines of her brightly colored sundress. Her hair was strawberry blonde and just as vibrant.
She was the antithesis to everything else in the office.
“Can I help you?” she asked, tone bright, but I didn’t miss the way she’d stiffened, the nervous way she was eyeing me up.
And, yeah, I got that.
I was a big guy.
She seemed to be alone in the office.
There was the threat of danger there.
