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“That was Artie Moreno.”
“Yeah, I caught that. Why the fuck was I there?”
“He, um, requested it.”
“You couldn’t have said no?”
“You don’t say no to Artie.”
“You did!” I pointed out, turning in my seat to face him. “A couple of times, if what he said was accurate.”
“That was business.”
“This wasn’t?”
“Babe, the guy isn’t just a producer of one of the most influential telenovelas in the business. He also has ties to a very influential cartel. You have to pick your battles with him. Saying no to appearing in his show, sure, but saying no to his very polite request to meet with us alone, no.”
“But why did he want to meetme?”
“You have seen yourself, right?”
“Noah, it’s weird.”
“I know. Artie’s a weird guy, but he’s a guy who’s used to getting what he wants. He just wanted to meet you in person. I didn’t see any harm in that.”
“You could have warned me.”
“What would you have said?”
Hell, no!And Noah already understood that, which was why he was begging for forgiveness rather than asking permission. That didn’t stop my skin from itching. There was something about that whole thing that felt off. Wrong. Even miles away from that bar, I could feel the shiver of disgust riding my spine like a leech.
“You want me to drop you off at Kenzie’s?” Noah asked once we were back in Hollywood.
“No,” I said, doing my best to smile naturally at him. “I know you have a meeting with Marcus. Maybe I could drop you off, and the driver could take me home and come back for you?”
“Works perfectly for me.” Noah leaned over and kissed me, oblivious of the strange mood that had taken over me. I wasn’t even sure I understood what it was, but I wanted to go home and do the logical thing any woman would do after an interaction like the one I’d just had…
I was going to do an extensive internet search on Mr. Arturo Moreno after a very long shower.
ChapterEight
Friday, April 8, 2016
My search on Artie Moreno didn’t offer much enlightenment, not that I’d expected it to. The word ‘Cartel’ pretty much ensured his ass would be covered everywhere but the dark web, and I didn’t have the first idea of how to venture out into that black hole of madness.
The distance from the strange meeting and the creepily charming man we’d been with brought with it a sense of ease. The discomfort faded, and once I was back at the house, I had almost a full day alone to sit at my computer and start planning to move my new business to California.
There were licenses and paperwork to file, leases to find, equipment to drool over. Working from this beautiful house would only work for so long before I was too distracted by the idyllic scenery.
I ordered myself takeout when Noah still hadn’t shown up by seven, and I crawled into bed by ten when he sent me a text apologizing, saying he’d gone out for a drink with Rothman and his daughter and it had turned into a night of it.
I cracked an eyelid when he crawled into bed around four that morning, only to be distracted when sloppy wet kisses trailed their way down my neck, and I found my ass in the air and Noah Jenning’s face pressed against my pussy like he was starving, and I was the last Twinkie on earth. He fell asleep with his head on my ass, the tip of his finger still inside me, which I had to move before finishing myself off.
“Babe, I’m sorry.”Noah set the tray he was carrying down on the nightstand before he plucked the flower from a highball glass and crawled over the mattress toward me. He looked guilty, his eyes sad and mouth downturned as he waited for me to offer forgiveness.
“For what?”
“Staying out all night. For being so sloppy with that gorgeous cunt of yours. For not giving you the orgasm you deserved.”
