He sipped the soda the waitress placed on the table. “We
needed to meet somewhere private because what I have to say to you is extremely
sensitive. Nobody can know about the issue. Do I have your trust?”
She
slowly nodded her head. Of course he could trust her. What a stupid question.
“You’ll
be the assistant to the madam, right?”
“Mm hm.
That’s what you told me last night.” Her heart raced with anticipation of the
secret he was about to lay on her.
“I
believe that someone is stealing money from me.” He plucked a tortilla chip
from a wooden bowl and crunched on it.
“That
isn’t good, but what does that have to do with me?”
“I
think it is someone in my escort office and I’m sending you in there to be the
assistant but also to find out who the hell is stealing from me.”
She
narrowed her eyes and said, “So like be a spy.”
“Absolutely.
As an assistant, you’ll have access to all the documents and will be able to
see the activities going on it the office. Will you do it?”
Did she
want to be planted somewhere to rat other people off? It wasn’t good that they
were stealing from Sebastian but damn. What if she got caught? She had to do
it. The risk was worth it to her to get the answers she needed and the job she
wanted.
“Okay,
I’ll do it.” She smiled as she waited for his response.
He took
a drink of soda and then grinned. “Great. I really appreciate this.”
“Not so
fast, Sebastian.”
Setting
the glass down onto the table while locking eye contact with her, he said, “What
does that mean?”
“It
means that I do you a favor and want something in return.”
“Isn’t
a big fat paycheck enough?”
She
shook her head. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Did you ever wonder what you
were going to eat for dinner because your mother hadn’t found work yet in the twelfth
town you lived in that year? Or if you’d have to wear dirty clothes to school
again?”
“Mia,”
he said, sliding his hand over hers, “things weren’t that bad at Crestview.”
She
liked the physical contact between them. His touch sent shivers up her spine.
Wanting to keep her composure and her mind focused on business instead of her
damp panties, she pulled her hand away. “After my father’s murder. My mother
took off in fear and we moved from city to city. I was hungry most nights because
she never made enough. I knew then that I wanted to go back to Las Vegas and
become involved in what my father had been trying for. A crime family. Your
crime family.”
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