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"How are you going to pay him a visit if you don't know his location?" he asks with a twinkle in his eyes.
He brings his hand up, brushing it over mine.
I fight the urge to pull it back. Instead, I do it slowly so not to startle him and put him on the offensive.
"I have a few options," I shrug.
"Then maybe I can help you. I have some contacts who would know his location for sure. I could get in touch with them for you. For a price, of course."
"Really?" I blink, somehow not surprised. "Are the weapons included in the price, too?"
"Noelle," his lips spread in a wide smile. "I'm a business man. You know the trade. Tit for tat."
"Of course," I murmur, giving him the hint of a smile. "And what price did you have in mind?"
His eyes rove all over my body, the answer clear. Still, I don't let my disgust show. I continue to put on a flirty front.
"You know I've wanted you for a long time," he starts, his voice that of a man starved and taunted for far too long with a scrumptious meal. His eyes are on my chest, slowly lifting them up to meet my gaze "Tit for tat?" He cracks a smile, no doubt thinking he's so suave.
"Tit for tat," I agree with a smile. "Afteryou make your inquiries. I want a sure thing."
"Of course," he gets up, pulling his phone and dialing his contact. Taking a few steps to put some distance between us, he starts speaking with whomever has the information. His back is to me, and with nimble fingers, I unscrew the pendant, moving it over his glass and dumping all the magic powder into his drink. I quickly swirl it with my finger before wiping the residue on my jeans.
When he turns, I'm all smiles as I listen to him end his call.
"You're lucky. My man told me he's in an apartment complex in Queens."
If that turns out to be true, won't I be really, really lucky?
"Thank you, Alonso. Why don't we have a toast. For tit or tat," I add suggestively.
"Carajos, Noelle, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that," he grunts, throwing his phone on the couch and grabbing his glass.
Before I can take one sip, he downs the entire glass. I could say I am surprised at his urgency, but considering his obsession with me, it seems rather appropriate. Especially as he slams the glass on the table, his hands going to his tie, pulling on it and throwing it to the ground.
Next, his hands move to his shirt.
"Fuck, you can't know how many times I've imagined this," he speaks as he comes closer.
So close, in fact, that I can see the sweat building on his forehead.
Gross.
"Really, Alonso?" I drawl, moving back ever so slightly. "I'm surprised you never made a move on me all those years ago. I would think that for a man like yourself the word no shouldn't have been an impediment."
"Of course it wouldn't have been," he says just as he tears at the buttons of his shirt, seemingly frustrated when he can't undo them properly. "But Sergio would have had my balls if I touched you in any way," he continues, confirming what I should have already know.
After all, don't men want just one thing? To possess and own, but never for the right reasons.
I suddenly stand up, coming towards him as I swallow my disgust.
My hands on the collar of his shirt, I stop his clumsy movements. He's at least a head taller than me, but going by his immediate reaction and the way he swallows hard, I might be more intimidating even with my short stature.
A smile plays at my lips as I regard him overtly.
"Show me the weapons," I whisper before I back away.
So desperate he is to cop a feel that he nearly stumbles in his attempt to get closer. Alas, I don't let him put one finger on me as I move towards the boxes.
