won’t.
“I was meant to find you in that bar, Rose.”
Yes, he was meant to find me. But fate played no part. “And I’m so happy you did.” I step under the spray and reach forward, pressing my finger to the glass and dragging it across the slippery surface, breaking the solid film of mist, cutting up the perfection of it. Now it’s just like me. Ruined.
“I hope you know how special you are to me, Rose.” The sound of his muffled voice from the bedroom brings an ironic smile to my face.
I’m special to him. He wants me to feel special too. So I’ll keep fucking him. But I’m not here to feel special. I’m here as bait. I’m here to seduce him while his wife is off around the world doing charity work to strengthen her husband’s campaign to become the mayor of Miami. She’s clean-cut. Two-piece suits. Wholesome. A smile that never wavers.
She is everything.
I am nothing.
I clean myself and grab a towel to dry off, hearing Perry Adams talking in the suite. A phone call? I creep toward the door, peeking out, and listen.
“I need to get him that marina or I’m a dead man, and my campaign is nothing without his blood money rolling it. I hate to say it, but I’m broke. I need him.” His ass drops to the bed, his hand wiping over his sweaty forehead. By the look of him, I’m guessing he’s not feeling de-stressed anymore. “Being in The Brit’s pocket isn’t ideal, but if he says you’re doing business with him, you’re doing business with him. That’s how it is. I have another six days to get him Byron’s Reach Marina or give him back fifteen million. The money’s been spent. I don’t care what it takes, get the Jepsons on a plane back to the States so they can sign the contracts.” He hangs up, and I quietly push the door closed, biting my bottom lip. The Brit? The marina? Perry’s campaign is being bankrolled by Danny Black? I’ve never seen the man. Wouldn’t want to either. He’s notorious. Deadly. Kills for sport. The son of Carlo Black is, apparently, heading the mafia family while his father recovers from an unknown illness. Nothing much surprises me these days, but Perry Adams, the respected, likable lawyer, in bed with a man like Danny Black?
I shoot to the mirror when I hear him making his way to the bathroom, picking up my toothbrush and shoving it in my mouth. The door opens. I look at him in the reflection. He’s trying to hide it with a dazzling smile, but he looks troubled.
“Rose.” He puts himself behind me, his chin on my shoulder. “I have to leave.”
I pout, feigning disappointment. This suite is luxurious and all mine when he’s not here pummeling into me like a depraved sex-starved animal. I’m free to indulge. But I’m never really alone. Never really free. “When will I see you again?” I ask, because that’s exactly what I should do.
“I’ll be back later this evening.”
My jaw tightens. “Perfect.” I turn into him and lay a kiss on his cheek. “Look forward to it.”
He leaves the bathroom, and I hear him close the suite door behind him a few moments later. Now would be a perfect time to seize one of those rare and precious moments. To draw a bath. Pig out on the in-room dining. Scroll the channels and watch something mind-numbing. But . . .
I head into the bedroom and settle at the desk, plucking the camera from behind the lamp. Then I call him.
“Rose.” His voice has my tongue thickening in my mouth and my throat closing up on me.
“I have more videos.”
“We have plenty of videos. What I need is information. You’ve been there for two weeks and have nothing but footage of him fucking you, which I can’t use without breaking your cover. Go out with him. In public.”
“He’s too careful. He won’t risk being seen.”
“Find a way.”
“I ca—” There’s a knock on the suite’s door, and I swing around on my chair. “I think he’s back.”
“Answer the door, Rose. I sent you room service.”
I stare at the wood, breathing out my nose quietly so he doesn’t hear the wariness escaping me. Room service? Sure.
Not since the day this man bought me has he ordered me room service. He’s done nothing for me without a personal motive. That’s never going to change. I stand, holding my towel to my body, and make