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He stares at me. “It shocks me that you’re actually entertaining her idea.”
I take a sip of my scotch. “I’ve learned in the past several years that entertaining Bellamy’s ideas usually leads to good things. So yeah, I’m entertaining it. Not to mention if we’re working as a team to see that she’s happy, we’re also working as a team to keep her safe. And right now, she could use that.”
“Is she going to resent me if I say no?”
It’s a loaded fucking question but I answer it honestly. “I think she has a lot of reasons to resent you, Tobias. I understand that you did what you thought you had to do for the last decade, but she was ready to play her part in this fucked up chess game our families are playing, and you left her hanging. It won’t be easy for her to move past that without a lot of work. And I’m not just saying all this because I still want her, and I hope you’ll give this a shot. Believe it or not, I care about you. I’m not jumping for joy about the prospect of seeing you with her, but I’ll deal with it if it makes everyone happier and safer.”
He twists his head from one side to the other, stretching out his neck. “Clearly, I need to sleep on this.”
“Understandable. It’s an insane idea. But we’ve done insane things for far less legitimate reasons in the past. I have a six am meeting, but we can meet up for breakfast after that if you want to discuss it further.”
“I’ll get back to you.”
When he’s retreated to his room, I sit at the table with my laptop to check in with my contacts in London. We may have had a great first night back in Las Vegas, but danger still lurks, and I need to figure out what’s going on.
My contacts have sent me a list of people who were at the wedding and at the rehearsal dinner. Something tells me at least one of our shooters showed up at both events. Unfortunately, the list is long, and it’s going to take a while to get through all the names. I mark off all the women because I recognize most of them and have no reason to suspect they were behind anything. If my hunch doesn’t pan out, I’ll circle back to them, but right now, my focus is on the men in attendance.
Lorenzo Trentini stands out. Why was he at the rehearsal dinner?
He played no part in the wedding and was only in attendance as a representative of the Trentini family. It made sense for him to be at the wedding, but not the rehearsal. I make a note to ask Tobias about it at breakfast tomorrow.
Breakfast tomorrow has me wandering back to thoughts of co-topping Bellamy with him.
Bellamy submitting to me is pure magic. What would it be like if she surrendered to both of us?
There would be conflict, but we could use it to play with her fear kink, her punishment fetish. The possibilities are endless. Before I know it, my dick is raging hard, and I close the laptop and take myself to bed before someone walks in on me in an embarrassing state. My dreams that night are sensual but tense and fraught with danger lurking in the shadows.
The next morning, my meeting lasts longer than expected, and Tobias takes Bellamy to the High Card because she wants to work on her spreadsheets some more. It doesn’t surprise me. Bellamy finds calm in numbers. Of course, she somehow also finds calm in riding through the desert on a motorcycle at full speed.
My phone buzzes, and I glance at the screen to see Tobias’s name at the top. I swipe over to read the text message.
TOBIAS: Come to The High Card and help me with Bellamy. You’ll understand when you get here.
Chapter sixteen
Chapter 15
Bellamy
I’vebeenatmydesk for hours, and I can’t see straight. The numbers are starting to blur, but I’m almost done, and I’m pretty sure I’ve fool-proofed this version of my spreadsheet, so even Luke couldn’t mess it up.
I smirk at the thought of saying that to the moody Irishman merely for the satisfaction of watching him get twitchy.
“What’s that look for?”
I jump at the sound of Tobias’s voice and lift my gaze from the computer screen to the door in time to see him coming in with a sandwich in hand.
“Grace tells me this is your usual order.”
“Have you been sitting in there talking to her this whole time?” I ask, as I accept the food.
“She’s an interesting person. And she seems to know a lot about you. I figure you’d rather I talk to her about you than Owen.”
I put the sandwich to the side and close out the spreadsheet I’m working on. “Or you could talk to me.”
He strokes his chin thoughtfully. “Now there’s a novel idea.”
He sits in front of my desk and steeples his fingers. “I do have one thing I want to ask you about.”
