Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“I can introduce you to Aarvi. She heads up my security team.”
“Good,” she says, rocking her hips back and forth in an absentminded way. The movement is more instinct than trying to start anything. She’s getting comfortable. On my dick. And I don’t hate it. “Can you call her?”
“Now?” I ask, grinning up at her. “With you naked, grinding against my cock?”
“Better now than in a couple of minutes when you’ll be inside me,” she says.
Fuck, Efa. How did I ever live without her sass?
I reach up and roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she gasps, tipping her head back, thrusting herself against the sensation.
“Do it now, Bennett,” she says. “Call her.” She leans forward, sliding herself up my dick, reaches for my phone on the nightstand, and tosses it onto my chest. “And be quick. I want to get laid.”
That makes two of us.
I chuckle and dial Aarvi. It doesn’t even ring once before she picks up.
“Hey, I want to put you in touch with someone I met who might have some information about the attacks. Efa Cadogan.”
“Sure,” she says. One of my favorite things about Aarvi is she doesn’t use an unnecessary amount of words when she’s talking to me. It means we can get to the meat of an issue quickly.
“You can be completely open with her.” I grin up at Efa, who circles her hips in response. If I didn’t know her better, I’d say she was using her body to get me to introduce her to Aarvi. But Efa’s not manipulative. That’s why she has such a problem not being more open with her sister. I get it. I really get it. I just can’t do anything about it. I’m not going to let the last fifteen years’ hard work keeping my identify as head of Fort Inc. a secret go to waste.
“Completely?” Aarvi asks.
I have to pause and steady my breathing as Efa grips my cock at the base, teasing the crown with her wet entrance. “Completely.” I don’t expect Efa to solve Fort’s security issues. But she’s not going to do any harm.
“Okay. Have her call me.” I manage to keep my breathing steady as Efa watches me watching her.
“I’m sure she’ll—” Efa slides down onto me and every part of me tenses. “She’ll be in touch.”
Efa nods, taking my free hand, and placing it back on her breast. I end the call and reach for a condom.
“Not yet,” she says, her breathing ragged. “First, I want to come.”
“Again?” I ask, teasingly.
“And again. And again. And again.”
TWENTY-SIX
Efa
Of course I can’t go to Fort’s actual offices. No one other than employees are allowed through the doors. Lucky for me, they have a suite of meeting rooms in the same building where I am allowed to go.
The man at the reception desk gave me a pass card to Suite Three, similar to the ones at the hotel. He buzzes me through the double doors and I’m struck by how everything’s entirely white. The floors, the walls, the carpet inset into the white marble tiles. I round the corner and find Suite Three. It’s a small room with a white table and two white chairs. The entire place has the feel of a high-end insane asylum. I make a mental note to tease Bennett about it later.
The click-clack of heels draws my attention and the most gorgeous, glamorous woman on the planet opens the door. Her white linen suit is perfect camouflage in these meeting rooms. Her eyes are bright blue against her brown skin, and her hair looks so glossy I’m ninety percent certain she has a deal with L’Oreal.
“Aarvi?” I ask.
“Yes.” Her wide mouth pulls into a huge grin. “You must be Efa. I’m excited to meet you.”
“I’m not sure you’re going to remain excited,” I say as I take a seat. “I’m sure you know much more about all this than me, but I wanted to show you what I found, in case it’s helpful.”
“I appreciate it,” she says. She doesn’t give away that this meeting is probably a pain in her arse and the last thing she wants to be doing today.
“Shall I take you through what I know?”
“That would be great,” she says, her smile never faltering, not even for a second.
I flip open my laptop and go through what I’ve learned, including how the attacks happen in a weekly pattern and how Tristan discovered the attacks seem to be routed through Bennett’s phone. Her expression remains neutral throughout.
“So that’s it really,” I say, sitting back in my white chair. “I’m not sure if any of it’s useful.”
She pulls in a breath and her gaze flits between me and my laptop screen. “Yes,” she says, but I’m not quite sure what that means. “I’ve been aware of much of this for a few days now. Ten days, I think.” She sighs.