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“That agency that’s going to be renting from us?” Coleman asks although I know it’s not anything he wants me to respond to. I wait for him to continue. “Passport Agency Department.”
“He buys fucking valid passports from the government and sells them on the sly?” I ask. “Holy fuck.”
“Holy fuck is right,” Coleman mutters. “Dad wants in on this shit. Being able to travel anywhere in the world without being detected, tracked, or traced? There is an appeal, not just for him but for the entire family and anyone he deems worthy.”
Coleman is right. If shit went down and we needed to get out of the country, if we needed to completely disappear, we could do that. Sure, there is always facial recognition shit, but if we’re able to get out quickly and then disappear before those warnings are sent anywhere that has those systems, we would all be golden.
“Well then, let’s scare the shit out of these people. I want my passport,” I say, my lips curving up into a grin.
Coleman chuckles and nods his head once. “Yeah, let’s.”
PARKER
Late brunchwith Allison turns into dinner as she gushes about the hot guy she took to her bed last night. Or as she calls him…her stud. That grosses me out to think about, but she has zero shame when it comes to sex.
I wish I could be like her, and maybe I could if I’d ever done the deed, but since I haven’t, I’m still pretty reserved when it comes to talking about it… reading about it is a different animal. Ilovereading about it.
“I can’t believe I’ve monopolized this whole thing,” she says as she reaches for her umpteenth cocktail and brings it to her lips, sucking the last of the contents before she continues. “So, tell me, did you kiss the hot guy you were dancing with?”
Shaking my head, I wrap my fingers around the cold glass of water. It’s wet with sweat, and I lift it to my lips, taking a drink as drops fall onto the white tablecloth. Setting it back down on the wet ring it’s already made, I stall for a few breaths before I answer.
“No, we just danced. I don’t know his name. I didn’t even see his face,” I say.
Her eyes widen, then her lips slowly curve up into a grin. “I saw his face,” she says on a whisper. “And believe me, you would not be disappointed. He was delicious. He was at least five years older than us, maybe more. He was dark-haired, dark-eyed, tanned skin. Tattoos. Hot. But wearing clothes that easily cost a thousand dollars. A watch that costs at least three.”
I’m not sure if her explanation of him excites me or scares the absolute shit out of me. It’s clear to me just by the few words she’s said that this man is extremely out of my league. It’s better he doesn’t know my name or anything about me.
I don’t think I need to see him again.
“So, do you think you’re going to see Hendrick again?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
She hums, her eyes go all glossy, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I watch her get all dreamy about this guy. Allison hasn’t been dreamy over anyone other than her ex-boss in years. I’m excited for her, even if it doesn’t work out. At least it showed her that there are other men in the world and not just married ones.
“I think so. He said he’d call, but he could have just been saying that.”
“He could have, or he could like you.”
She hums, then shrugs a shoulder. “It doesn’t matter, not really. What I should be focusing on is getting another job.”
She’s not wrong. A job would be important. “Are you going to do something totally different?” I ask.
I watch as she slides her tongue across her bottom lip. She only does that when she’s getting ready to tell me something she’s super excited about. I lean forward, my lips parting in awe as I wait for whatever it is she’s about to say.
“I was able to save a ton of money, like, enough to pay my bills and rent for six months. Plus, he bought me a ton of expensive gifts, and I kept every one of them mint and in their original boxes. I can sell them for more than what he spent, which will give me some working capital.”
“What are you telling me?” I ask.
“I’m ready to open my sex shop.”
Blinking, I stare at her for a moment. I’m not even sure what she’s talking about, and she acts like I should know everything about this grand plan of hers. I’ve never heard her mention this in all the years I’ve known her.
“Allison?” I ask.
“I’ve always wanted to open an upscale lingerie and sex toy shop. It’s been a dream of mine, and now I think it’s time. All I need is a loan for rent and to buy the products, which I think I can get. And then an actual space.”
I’m not sure what to say, but instead of discouraging her idea, I decide I need to support it because I have a feeling if Allison is in charge, she’s going to be wildly successful. Anything and everything that Allison does, she brings something to the table that nobody else has, and I am, without a doubt, certain she has thought this through.
At least, I hope she has.
