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“How so?” They still didn’t move.
“Because if we go down, then so do they. It means that the district attorney has reasons to keep all of us safe, and if he doesn’t, we have other leverage. I assure you, gentlemen, it is well in hand. Now if you don’t mind, I have a meeting across town I must get to.”
The three men rose and looked me up and down. It took everything I had not to roll my eyes at them again.
“Aight, we’ll go, but don’t go forgetting his fortune isn’t the only one yours is tied to.”
“Right, if you need further information, I suggest going to see my father. I believe he is in his office just down the way. He just got a fresh box of Regius Double Corona cigars in. I’m sure he would love a reason to break it open.”
I lifted my arm and directed the men to my father’s office before turning and locking mine.
Henry, the godsend that he was, stood at the elevator, holding it open for me.
“Did you really just send a bunch of Irish mobsters to your father’s office to smoke fifty-thousand-dollar cigars?”
“Did he send a bunch of thugs to my office because he thought he could pawn the consequences of his poor choices off on me?” I shot back.
Henry didn’t bother hiding his chuckle.
Truth be told, I wasn’t sure my father hadn’t sent them down just to convince me we didn’t need to play nice with my in-laws.
“What all were you able to manage for this afternoon?” I asked, adjusting my shirtsleeves.
Surprisingly, this lunch was making me a little nervous.
It was the first time I was meeting Amelia that wasn’t for some function we could be seen at. For all intents and purposes, this was our first date. Why did that thought make my stomach clench with nerves? I had already had her. I knew her body.
Why was getting to know her less carnally so intimidating?
Maybe this’d be easier if I convinced her to let me fuck her in the bathroom first.
“I called in a favor to the curator at the Met. The Impressionist exhibit hasn’t been opened to the public, but we have the room, and a romantic lunch has been planned. The food will be there about thirty minutes after you both arrive, but there will be strawberries and chilled champagne waiting for you.”
“Excellent work,” I said, impressed by how quickly he was able to throw a catered museum lunch date together.
“Thank you , sir. Assuming traffic is normal, you should arrive just before she does.”
“Are we sure she is actually going to show up?”
“I called her staff myself and told them you had arranged a special lunch and sent the car. I have no reason to think she won’t be there. They said she would be excited when I mentioned the Met.”
“Henry, what would I do without you?” I asked, stepping out of the elevator.
“Entertain the Irish mob and go home to a wife that despised you,” he said as we went out the front door.
He wasn’t wrong.
CHAPTER 19
LUC
We got to the Met, and Amelia’s car pulled up right behind mine.
I went to open her door, and she stepped out, stunning in a bright red sundress.
Its longer skirt hit just above her knees and the top was modest enough to be appropriate, but the elastic neck begged for someone to yank it down to expose her generous tits. I had been mostly joking with myself about fucking her in the bathroom. The idea of someone else being able to walk in made that a non-starter.
Maybe if today went well, I would get the chance to take her somewhere more private.
