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But before all of that, I’m on the phone in my office, having come to Venom early. Not just any phone call, either.
This might be the most important phone call I’ve ever had.
“You’re sure?” I blurt.
When the guy on the other end answers in the affirmative, I can feel my pulse soar as adrenaline and dopamine flood my system.
Holy shit.
“Yeah, set it up,” I grin into the phone. “Make it happen. And—thank you,” I murmur quietly. “Thank you, Dr. Han.”
I’m buzzing as I pour myself a drink and wait for Tempest, who should be here any minute now. I’m practically bouncing up and down as I grin and slam down my drink. Then I glance at the time.
She was supposed to be here five minutes ago.
I make myself a second drink and wait, checking in with some of my people as the evening’s festivities get underway. When it’s been another twenty minutes and there’s still no word from Tempest, I call her.
She doesn’t answer.
Half an hour later, she’s still not here, hasn’t checked in with the front door staff, and isn’t answering her phone.
My skin begins to tingle, the hairs on the back of my neck beginning to prickle. I send Tempest my tenth text message of the evening, even though she hasn’t replied to or even read a single one of them. My ears ringing, I call her again.
Nothing.
My jaw clenches and I try Lorenzo instead.
“Where are you?”
“Hey, boss,” he grunts over speakerphone. “I’m in the car, almost at the Hamptons house. Bianca needed a ride back to the city.”
I roll my eyes. “Jesus Christ, Lorenzo.” I mean, I know the guy views her as the kid sister he never had, but come on. “She can take an Uber.”
He chuckles quietly. “I know. But soon she’ll be off touring the world as some prima ballerina, and I won’t be able to spoil her anymore.”
I sigh. “Okay, just… Let me know when you’re back.”
“Everything okay, Mr. Sartorre?” he growls, concern in his voice.
“It’s fine, Lorenzo,” I shake my head. “I can handle it myself. Call me when you get back with Bianca.”
I drum my fingers on the desk, ready to call Tempest yet again when suddenly, my phone lights up with a text from her:
Tempest:
Come fuck me
I exhale slowly, the knots of worry dropping away from my shoulders.
Someone’s feeling a little forward tonight.
Me:
I thought we had plans for Venom
Tempest:
Plans have changed. Unless you’re not man enough
