The worst case scenario, she’d shield her father in a way where she did go down. Literally.
He already knew from what he got from her he’d work for the first.
But he had to be all in with his plan, so if she worked against him on that, he’d have to roll with it.
And take her down.
He’d given her two nights to back off and get her shit together, through doing that giving it to himself.
Now it was time to go back in.
He was impatient to do that.
In order to control the feeling, he also had to admit to himself that he was impatient to see her again.
This meant they needed to fuck, and a lot, so he could work that feeling out.
Eyes to the scene in front of him, a guy getting it from three girls, something that didn’t hold Nick’s attention (he’d prefer the guy being absent and just the three girls), knowing she was going to be late and that would last at least another quarter of an hour, when the call came in from his boy, he took it.
So he was surprised, in the middle of it, when he heard the door open behind him.
He had to roll with it.
Regardless, in order to gain her trust, he had to give her the impression she had his.
Therefore, even as he cast his eyes over his shoulder and watched her walk his way carrying a green drink in her hand, wearing a slim-fitting, expensive-looking turtleneck, one of her signature skintight skirts (just seeing the folds at her sex making his dick start to get hard) and another signature—her pumps, he kept talking.
“Call the boys. Three more to come to you. Set two men at the perimeter, another man inside. And tell Lee if this shit goes south, he owes me another fuckin’ marker. Where he finds these women we gotta keep safe, I don’t know. It’s starting to be a fuckin’ joke.”
His gaze aimed up, locked to hers as she moved in front of him. He then turned his head to watch her fold gracefully into the chair beside him.
“It’ll take at least twenty minutes to get three more guys here, Nick. And Stark reported the threat is imminent,” his boy reported.
Giving an important situation his attention, Nick looked to his shoes, his legs stretched out, his feet crossed in front of him. “Okay, Casey, then stop talkin’ to me, get the boys there, even if they show as reinforcements, and do your job.”
“There could be casualties.”
“Just as long as those casualties aren’t my guys or the woman you’re keepin’ safe, I’m okay with that.”
“Right, Nick. I’m on it.”
“Later. And report back.”
“You got it.”
He disconnected and looked back to Olivia to see her attention on him.
She arched one haughty, princess brow.
“Work issues?” she asked.
Cool customer, hot as fuck.
And cute.
Shit.
“There are a few arms in my business that can be more than your average risky,” he answered.