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I’m let in, and I head down the dark hall to another door. Noise and ambient light hit me when it opens.
The place has everything draped in dark velvet as if like I’ve stepped back in time as I make my way to the lower levels beneath ground.
The gambling room is pure hedonistic luxury and the girls are mostly topless or naked and shapely as fuck. Some are dressed but those are women here to play one of the many games.
A girl of about twenty winds around me, her blonde hair artfully pinned up and her tits the kind I’d want to feast on if Cat didn’t exist. Her cunt’s spectacular and a perfect clam, her clit pierced, with a small, delicate chain running from it to a slender collar around her throat.
Jac would be in heaven in here.
I lean in and tug the chain, and she rewards me with a soft moan. I do what I need to do and stroke the back of my hand over her hardening nipples. “Here, I’d slide this into your panties or bra but you’re not wearing any.”
She utters a soft little giggle. “If you finger me, I can show you how strong my inner muscles are and you can—”
“Not happening. I just left my woman warming my bed, and she’s a ferocious thing.” The lie slips easily from my tongue, the fantasy of Cat as that mythical woman hot, strong, and tempting in my head.
What I’m doing is more than enough.
I’m not Jac. I don’t need to fuck and feel up every piece of female flesh. Although, to be fair, since Cat arrived, I haven’t seen that side of his nature. Except with her.
“Pity,” she breathes. “I’d do you for free.”
The hot little number has no idea who I am, and it, for some reason, cheers me up. “You don’t need to do anyone. Just the sight of you has all these men straining the confines of their pants.”
“Except you.” She pouts.
“Spoken for.” I’m really not. Magdalena’s a jealous thing, but she’s not the type to want to put a ring on it. “However, I’d love to know who’s on the high roller table.”
“Oh, I…”
“I’m looking for a couple of names. Kincaid or Gimboni.”
She gives me a blank look, and while it pleases me that she has no idea she’s flirting with one of the most powerful men she’ll ever meet, the downside is she’ll have no idea who anyone else is.
“Or,” I say, leaning right in so our bodies brush, and I slide the money into her hand, “why don’t you lead me to the table.”
“I can do that.” She’s utterly breathless.
I move my lips against her ear because I’m an utter fucking bastard who’s not above using her. “Can you remember those names?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. And can you remember Jac Miller and Hendrick Agnossio?”
She nods, trying to rub against me.
“Perfect. I need you to do me a favor…and that money? It’s just a tip. Do this right and you’ll be loaded.”
“You want me to suck your cock.”
“No. What’s your name?” I ask.
“Jeannie.”
I step back a fraction. “Jeannie. I’m Hendrick, and tonight, I need you to act like we’re going to fuck. You’ll sit on my knee and pay attention. Got that?”
She nods again.
I need information, and I need ears. And I need a distraction.
