Charmed: A Masters and Mercenar - Lexi Blake Page 0,43
your friends? I’ve got a couple of friends at the British consulate.”
“Oh, I’m in good with all the politicos. If there was one thing my dad taught me, it was to be cool with both sides of the spectrum,” Jordy replied. “I donate to everyone so they’re all in my pocket. It’s why I keep up all these board positions. I don’t need to work at all, but it’s important to keep friends in high places.”
She would be surprised if this man could keep a secret long enough to be an effective spy. “Yes, I can see where that would be helpful.”
She glanced up and saw a familiar face walking her way. Charlotte Taggart did not look like a woman who had recently had a baby. She wore a killer sheath that clung to her every curve, her strawberry blonde hair in curls around her shoulders.
“Ms. Banks,” she said with a smile on her face. “It’s good to see you again.”
Jordy took a step back, as though he wouldn’t get too close to the gorgeous redhead. “Mrs. Taggart, I wasn’t aware you knew JT’s fiancée. That’s surprising since none of the rest of us did.”
“It’s not surprising at all,” Charlotte replied smoothly. “Who do you think vetted her when she started dating JT? Do you honestly believe JT wouldn’t run a check on someone he’s getting serious about? My husband was in England a few months ago. He was there to ensure that Ms. Banks is exactly who she says she is. A man in JT’s position can never be too careful. Haven’t you learned that?”
Jordy huffed and turned away, walking toward a small group of men in suits with tumblers of Scotch in their hands.
Charlotte leaned in. “He got taken by a con artist a couple of years back. Wiped out his trust fund. Lucky for him his dad had more money than god and bailed him out. In the last few years his father has had a couple of cancer treatments, and Jordy has taken over the board seats. I fear what happens when the dad dies and he gets control of that cash.”
She started walking the way Charlotte led, glancing back to ensure no one was listening. “He claims to have connections in South Korea.”
“Maybe, but you should know he lies a lot. They all do.” Charlotte led her across the grand hallway and back toward a smaller room. “The board members are a lot like a nest of snakes, but most of them have held their seats forever, so the Malones know how to handle them. Tell me something. Has Deanna shown her claws yet?”
“She’s taken a swipe,” Nina replied. “I’m fairly certain she set the PI on us, though apparently she tracks JT’s phone.”
“They are a little on the codependent side. JT lets her run a lot of his day-to-day life, but he is super private when it comes to anything outside of business.” Charlotte opened the door. “It’s why this can actually work. JT dated a woman from Sanctum up until a few months ago and Deanna never even knew her name.”
He'd had a sub? She wasn’t sure why the thought surprised her. She knew he was a Dom and he had been for a while. Why wouldn’t he have had a sub or two?
She’d never had a Dom. She’d played and had sessions with some of the Doms at The Garden, but she’d never worn a collar.
“That’s good to know.”
Charlotte opened the door and there was already a conversation going on.
“You need to talk to your monster, Ian,” Alex McKay was saying. “She doesn’t have to be mean to Cooper.”
Tag rolled his baby blues. “Seriously? What did she do now?”
“She told their whole class that Coop has cooties,” Alex complained. “He doesn’t anymore. We got rid of the lice, that might I point out, Kala gave him. She was ground zero in that particular outbreak.”
Charlotte leaned over. “Kala might have found a cap in the trash outside of the club. She decided to wear it. Then she took it to Alex and Eve’s and put it on Cooper. It was not a fun time.” She walked fully into the room and addressed Alex. “I’ll talk to her about that. You know I think it’s because she’s got a little crush on Cooper.”
Ian put a hand on his stomach as though something was going to come back up. “No, she doesn’t. The only thing my baby girl is crushing on is life itself. She’s