"Fuck," he breathed after a moment, his chest heaving just as much as mine was. "Fuck. I shouldn't have done that. Now all I can think about is burying my dick in your incredible pussy..."
I rolled my hips, groaning at how hard he was against my clit. "You called me your girlfriend," I whispered, and his hands tightened on my butt.
"You heard that?"
I gave him a long look. "Lucas..."
"I know. Trust me." His gaze was serious as he stared back at me, searching my eyes for... something. Then he gave a rueful smile. "You're gonna have to put some clothes, on or I'm never getting rid of this boner."
I grinned, then leaned in to kiss him again. This time it was less of an intense, desperate thing, and my stomach flipped over and over.
"Okay, seriously," he groaned, several moments later. "I need to splash some cold water on my dick or something before Seph comes looking for me."
I snickered quietly, then dropped my feet back to the floor to leave him to it.
"Hey," he whispered, halting me with a hand on my waist as I reached for the door. "Will I see you tonight? I'm on from ten."
I turned my face to look at him over my shoulder. Bad move. I couldn't say no to him, not when he looked at me with such open adoration.
"I'll be there," I promised, then quickly slipped out of the bathroom and raced to my room before Seph could see my puffy lips and lust-filled eyes.
Holy hell, Lucas was turning into the worst kind of addiction. Soon I needed to think about what the fuck I was doing with him because nothing stayed a secret forever. Not between sisters.
Back in my room, I decided I was in need of another shower. A cold one, this time.
By the time I had showered, dressed, and done my hair and makeup, Lucas had already left and Seph was sulking on the couch in front of the TV. Okay, sure, she could have just been watching TV, but the fact that she was eating ice cream direct from the tub suggested she was feeling a bit sorry for herself.
"Hey, you," I said, sitting down beside her and trying to take the tub out of her hands. She tightened her grip on it and glared, though, so I backed off. "Good study session, then?"
"Fuck you," she muttered, scooping more ice cream into her mouth. "Did you have to go shaking your ass in his face like that? You know he has a girlfriend, right? That's just rude, flirting with a guy who's not available."
My jaw dropped as I stared at her, initially thinking she was joking, then I realized she was serious. Apparently, she had no idea I'd heard her doing exactly that.
"Are you kidding?" I laughed. "I had no idea you'd brought your friend home, so it wasn't exactly a deliberate clothing choice. Furthermore, I wasn't flirting with anyone." I rolled my eyes, then pushed up off the sofa. "I've got to go to 7th. See you in the morning."
Seph just grunted something that might have been "Okay, see ya!" or might have been "Screw you, asshole."
Deciding not to engage when she was being a bitch, I just left her to it and grabbed my keys to head out. Lucas's shift wouldn't start for a while yet, but I still had an empire to run and a saboteur to root out.
No rest for the wicked, apparently.
29
It took a couple of days longer than I’d anticipated, but eventually I got the call I'd been expecting from the moment FBI-Adam had died at my feet.
"Ms. Wolff," the woman on the other end of the call said, "this is Special Agent Dorothy Hanson. I wondered if you might be available to meet? I have a few questions."
I was walking back to my car from grabbing a coffee and shifted my phone to the other ear so I could fish out my keys from my bag. "Special Agent Hanson, how lovely to hear from you," I replied with a small smile. "Yes, of course. I'm surprised you called first."
"Uh... I wasn't aware we'd met before, Ms. Wolff." The woman was already off-kilter by my friendly response.
I gave a soft laugh. "Not in person. So, what can I do for you?"
There was a short pause, then she replied, "This morning would be preferable. I have just come from your office in Rainybanks but was told your schedule is fully booked."
I smiled. My staff were the best. "Well, it is. But I'm always happy to make time for the FBI, Agent Hanson. I was heading into one of my clubs today to check inventory; would you care to meet me there? It's called 7th Circle."
"I know it," she said in a clipped tone. "I can be there in a little over an hour."
"Great." I clicked my key fob to unlock my car. "See you then."
I ended the call before she could, a little power play to mess with her confidence a bit, and dropped my phone into my handbag. Just as I reached for the door handle on my Corvette, I caught a swift movement from the corner of my eye.
Acting on instinct, I dodged. A metal baseball bat smashed straight into the window of my car where I'd been standing. It didn't smash, thanks to the toughened glass I used in most of my vehicles, but goddamn, that would have hurt if it'd hit me.
My attacker was bigger than me, male, wearing a black hoodie and a mask covering his lower face with a skull grin painted on it. He swung again, his form terrible, and I easily maneuvered out of the way before his bat slammed into the hood of my car, leaving a nasty dent.
I scowled, more irritated than anything. "What the fuck is this, idiot hour?" I demanded, dropping my bag and coffee, then pulling a knife from the hidden pocket of my dress.
"Screw you, bitch," the guy snarled back, swinging his bat at me again.
I could imagine if he were sent to attack some random woman on the street wearing a dress and heels, he'd have probably already killed her. So someone either gave this poor fuck bad info, or...
"Motherfucker," I hissed, changing tactics before I slit his throat like I'd just been planning. Instead, I tossed my knife aside and used my bare hands to disarm and disable my attacker. I was very careful to only use self-defensive techniques, which resulted in me catching a lucky elbow to the face while I twisted him up and tossed him to the pavement.
Once I had him locked up in an arm bar, I glanced up at a good Samaritan passer-by who'd just run over from the shop across the street to help. Plenty of other people were staring, but only one had tried to come to my rescue.
"Are you okay?" the guy asked, staring down at me in shock where I knelt on my attacker’s back. "My wife is calling the cops; let me hold him for you."
Ugh. Great. Like I needed to deal with dirty cops who weren't on my payroll anymore.
"Thank you so much," I told the man with a tight smile. Blood had just started dripping from my nose, so his timing was impeccable. "That would be great." I let him take over holding my attacker, then retrieved my knife from where I'd tossed it. The dickhead on the ground was just spouting insults and profanities, and I got the distinct impression he was new in town. He had no clue who he'd been sent to attack. Or how close he'd just come to being killed.
I scanned the area as I picked up my handbag. Luckily I had some tissues in there which I held to my bleeding nose, then grabbed the few things that had rolled out when I’d dropped my bag. I tossed them back inside before straightening up. Sure enough, the CCTV camera across the street that should have been pointed at the entrance to the jewelry store was pointing directly at my car.