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“But a formula for what?” Eleanor scrolled through the document, but there were no clues to what it was for, just, as far as Wes could tell, the formula itself.
“What did you say your dad did for a living?” Wes asked.
“He’s a biochemist.” Eleanor read through the formula again. “The last time we spoke, he said he was working for a company that studied the effects that a certain medication had on DNA. Maybe this has something to do with that? Like, maybe they found out the meds are killing us or something, and that’s why the bad guys are after this? Maybe this formula proves the medication is deadly?”
“Maybe,” Wes said. “But I don’t even know what half these words mean.”
“Ditto,” Eleanor said. She sat back in the chair, tugging thoughtfully at her bottom lip, making Wes’s cock stiffen and his desire to take Eleanor directly to his bed increase tenfold.
Too busy picturing exactly how Eleanor would look naked in his bed with her legs spread wide and her hands buried in his hair while he ate her out, he didn’t pay attention when she spoke.
Maybe he should ask her if she wanted her pretty pussy eaten. It would help her sleep, right? She was tired but also on edge, and an orgasm would be just the thing to -
“Wes? Hey, are you falling asleep on me?”
He took a deep breath, shoving his need for Eleanor to the back of his brain. “No, sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if you knew any other biochemists who could tell us what the formula is.”
“I don’t.”
“Me neither,” she said before yawning. Wes straightened and moved away as she closed the document and removed the flash drive.
“Here, give me the flash drive,” he said.
She handed it over, and he crossed the room to a painting that hung on the wall. He took it down and grinned a little at Eleanor’s soft squeal of excitement. “Oh my God, you have a secret wall safe. That’s so cool.”
She joined him at the safe as he entered the combination on the keypad.
“I didn’t look,” she said as the safe clicked open.
“What do you mean?” he said.
“At the password. I looked away, so you don’t have to worry about me breaking into the safe or -”
“The password is 6411,” Wes said as he pulled open the safe door. “I trust you, Eleanor.”
“Thanks, Wes, that means a lot… holy shit.” Her voice turned uncharacteristically quiet as she studied the stacks of cash in the safe. “That’s a lot of money.”
He set the flash drive next to his passport before closing the safe and replacing the painting.
“Are you a millionaire, Wes?” she said.
“It’s only about seventy-five grand,” he said.
“Only,” she snorted. “Do you know what I could do with seventy-five grand?”
“What would you do with it?” he said.
“I would… well, I could go on a nice vacation,” she said. “Somewhere warm with a beach with white sand and turquoise-coloured water. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“It does,” he said. “Have you travelled much, Eleanor?”
“Nope,” she said. “I’ve never even been out of the country. I want to travel, I’m confident I would love it, but anytime I’ve saved up enough to travel, something happens – my car needs repairs, or I need my appendix removed, and my insurance doesn’t cover all the hospital bills. Just life, you know?”
He nodded, and she smiled at him. “How about you? Do you like to travel?”
“I do. I’ve been fortunate to see a lot of the world.”
