think this one would be as easy, though. She’d have to find the host and say something to him, even if he was too drunk to know better.
Talk about weird.
She’d never heard a man use a woman’s preference for breakfast foods as a pickup line. That was not flattering. It was downright creepy. How much had the guy researched Milan? Where was he getting the info?
Jennifer didn’t like this one bit.
She moved through the house and away from the main party. The creepy guy didn’t follow,, and she lost him in the crowd. Finding the master suite was easy enough. She just had to follow the line of pretty girls loitering about, no doubt hoping to be this Zechariah guy’s next piece of arm candy.
The master bedroom was a three part room with a lounge area, the bed and another space for getting ready that included a semi-circle of mirrors. A cluster of women were taking turns posing and taking selfies with all the lights. The far wall had been opened to let out onto a small balcony.
Zechariah was holding court there with some other guys, laughing and tossing back some drinks.
“What are you doing here?” Milan came out of nowhere and grabbed Jennifer by the arm.
She arched a brow and looked at the younger woman. “Me?”
Milan huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “There are too many women in here.”
“I’ll leave. I just wanted to say that guy? Blue polka dot shirt? Stay away from him. He’s a real creeper and I don’t want to have to break his balls tonight.”
“You are ruining everything.” Milan stomped her foot.
“Fine.” Jennifer sighed.
She didn’t feel like managing Milan’s attitude either.
Turning, Jennifer stalked toward the hall. She’d glimpsed a padded bench under a painting no one was using. Probably because sitting didn’t make them look hot enough. Jennifer, on the other hand, didn’t care. She plopped down and finished her water.
She did not get paid enough for this job.
WEDNESDAY. ZECHARIAH Mizrahi’s Party. Sant Antoni de Portmany, Ibiza.
Bain Collias circled the party, but Milan Esposito had vanished. He should be annoyed. Then again, it wasn’t every day his boss sent him to schmooze at some rich guy’s house party. Bain could really get used to this. Everything here was free. The booze. The women. The drugs.
There wasn’t much of the latter that he’d seen. It was early still. The true party crowd likely hadn’t arrived yet.
Where the hell had Milan gone?
He’d thought coming at her straight and telling her he knew about the egg would have gotten a reaction out of her. She didn’t strike him as particularly smart. Otherwise, she’d never have stolen what she had. But she hadn’t acted as if she knew anything.
What the hell?
Was it possible the little rich girl was a better thief than they’d realized?
Or what if she was just plain stupid?
The last one seemed a better option. Maybe she really had thought he was talking about plain old eggs?
Fucking hell.
Rich people.
The hours stretched on. Bain indulged in yet more drinks and a little blow.
Milan didn’t make another appearance.
Maybe he’d spooked her? Had she run off?
That would at least be the smart thing to do. When his boss got his hands on her pretty little neck, she wasn’t going to like it.
Bain checked his phone.
It was creeping past midnight.
He had some business to attend to first thing in the morning. Grimacing, he shoved his phone in his pocket.
She’d given him the slip. He’d be more careful next time he cornered her. He hadn’t wanted to pay her a visit at the luxury hostel she liked to stay at. The owner took security a few steps too far for Bain’s liking. But there was nothing wrong with a conversation. Either she talked to him or she talked to his boss. No doubt things would go better for her if he initiated things.
Bain tossed back the last of his drink, then headed for the door. It stood open, with the party spilling out to the front yard where some drunken people were playing some game with bags tossed through holes.
Fucking rich people.
He pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, lit it and began the short stroll toward the main street.
Tomorrow was another day. He hoped Milan slept well tonight, because there was no escaping him tomorrow.
It was time for her to pay. And he intended to enjoy watching her squirm.
WEDNESDAY. LUXE IBIZA Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.
Orion padded through the main areas of the house. Most of his