repulsively ugly insides. “This time. My lips are sealed pertaining to other matters. I never discuss business, even when it’s with the man who ordered it.” She either truly believes I set Maddox up to take the fall for Megan’s murder, or she’s a damn good actor. It could be a combination of both.
Needing to keep my focus on a present injustice instead of an old one, I ask, “Did you at least use an alias this time around? Shroud may be a common name, but you’d have to be a complete fucking idiot to hide her in plain sight for the second time.”
“Your worry is unneeded, Dimi. I know what I’m doing.” Her use of my nickname for the second time already has my mood nosediving, so I won’t mention my response to her hands lowering to the buckle of my belt.
I’ve fucked women for less information than the underhanded easter eggs she scattered throughout our brief conversation many times in my life, but that isn’t the way I operate anymore. I just can’t let Theresa know that right now. I need her scratching my back, then when the timing is right, I’ll drag mine down hers so brutally, she won’t have time to secure a final breath.
“Nuh-uh,” I force out with a fake moan while scooping up her hands. “There isn’t the time nor the instruments in this room to satisfy a woman as deviate as you. I need hours, many of them.” Her purr makes me fucking sick. “So why don’t you go freshen up in preparation for a night out, and I’ll come find you when it’s time to go.”
“Okay.” She does a childish tiptoe up my chest with her fingers before she presses two fingers to my lips. “Don’t keep me waiting long. Your family already has me burning the candle at both ends, my fire might burn out while waiting.”
“We only work you to the bone because we know how much you love a good workout.” Imagine a sick prick stroking one out on a sandy dune in the middle of the day, then you’ll have an idea how sexually suggestive my voice was.
After biting Theresa’s fingers, ensuring she feels the sting of my teeth, I spank her ass before guiding her out the door she entered only minutes ago. “Wear something sexy. You never know who may end up seeing you in your little number tonight.” Fingers crossed, it’s a coroner.
She yelps about my spank, purrs like a kitty at my comment, then saunters down the corridor with her hips sashaying back and forth.
I’ve barely scrubbed the horrid taste of her skin from my mouth when a faint voice trickles into the room from the other side. “Was that Theresa?”
Since Audrey is still weak, she more leans on the doorjamb for support than in the casual I-want-to-beat-your-face-in stance Rocco used it for earlier today. Her folded arms, though, they’re new.
Perhaps she does have more of a backbone than believed.
I scrub the back of my hand over my mouth for the third time before answering, “Yes, it was. I invited her here to discuss business.” That was the exact line I gave her when she walked in on Theresa and me fooling around in my office weeks into our ‘courtship.’
No longer smiling, Audrey enters my office. “Business?”
I jerk up my chin, my ability to lie not lost by the hope in my wife’s eyes that I will one day be an honorable man.
“Okay.” She takes another two frail steps. “Can you tell her I said hello?”
Hello? She wants me to pass on a friendly greeting to the woman she saw sucking my dick.
What the fuck?
Roxanne would kill Theresa just for the thought.
It would be an exchange I’d pay money to see.
After ensuring my smirk is hidden, I reply, “Perhaps you can tell her yourself. She will be at the function tonight.”
I don’t mean to be a prick. That’s a trait I only reserve for Roxanne these days. I am merely being optimistic that if I push Audrey as hard as I pushed Roxanne, she’ll gain half her gall. Then maybe she’ll have enough valor to see our daughter graduate middle school.
It seems to work when Audrey mutters out snappily, “I would have to be invited first.”
“You’re invited,” I respond like it was always my plan to have her in attendance. “I’ll have Smith forward you another invitation since yours got lost.”
The event is invitation only. If you don’t have one, you won’t make it