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“Oh?” She knew Maisie was leaving but had she been spooked? “What's going on?”

“Seems Eduardo is also on the run. He's married and has two kids in Spain. His wife has been searching for him through the courts since he sold off her father's coffee-growing company and made billions of Euros.” Timothy grinned.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, sitting down on her small bed. “How the fuck did Maisie meet this guy.” She held up her hand. “Rhetorical question. It doesn't have to be answered.”

“Oh, I was going to say, my pleasure.” He knelt in front of her, his obsidian eyes swirled with heat, completely ignoring the second part of her statement. “I've only yet sampled your sweet little pussy and I want more.”

“Down boy,” she chuckled. “We don't have time to mess around.”

“Says who?” He untucked the tab of her towel, allowing it to fall around her. He groaned. “Perfect.”

“Hey, Mr. Perfect, Dave said to hurry your ass up, we have shit to do,” Edward said from the door of her room.

Timothy pressed his forehead to hers. “We'll continue this later.” He brushed his lips across hers then stood. The evidence of his arousal pressed against the front of his slacks as he turned to grab his jacket.

“Uh, sure.” She touched her bottom lip with her fingertips. “What else are we doing?”

“Dave is drafting a statement for you to make since Maisie's arrest is all over the news due to Eduardo's subsequent arrest as well.”

“A what now?” She didn't make the statements; she only ran the day to day operations. “I'm not sure me talking is a good idea.”

“Sure it is, princess,” Timothy answered. “Now get dressed. We need to leave in ten so we can head to Dave's office where the press conference will be.”

“Press conference? You're joking right?” She couldn't believe what he said.

“I don't joke about stuff like this. Quit stalling. I already laid something out for you.” He pointed to the bag hanging from her closet door. “Or well, picked it out should be the better word for it.”

She went to the bag, her forgotten towel lay in a heap on her bed and pulled the zipper down. The burnt gold dress hanging there took her breath away. It was conservative but sexy. It would come to her calves and had a slit in the back. The scoop neckline wasn't too revealing but also had a playful edge to it. She loved it and feared it at the same time.

“There should be a box at the bottom of it too. Hope you like Disney.” Timothy headed down the hall, leaving her to dress.

She pulled the gown from the bag, then retrieved the black box. Once she was dressed, she opened the box and found a small lion pendant necklace inside. The eyes were the same shade of amber as her eyes. She grinned. She loved it. She put it on then walked out to the living room. There on her couch and in her chair sat Timothy, Kenny, and Edward. “Can you finish zipping me?” She turned away from the guys to show them what she needed to have done.

“I've got you,” Kenny said, coming up behind her. “You're so fucking sexy. When Timothy showed us this, I thought he lost his eff'n mind.”

“Now?” She faced him when he finished.

“I think we're all lucky SOBs, Scar.” He turned her in the direction of her room. “Finish getting ready, we have to go soon.”

“Right. I’ll be done in a minute.”

****

When they arrived at Dave's law firm, the lobby was swarming with reporters and security. Barriers had been set up to keep clients safe while also keeping the media at bay. Scarlett checked in and the stoned-faced security guard led her down the hall away from Dave's office to one of the big conference rooms.

“You should know,” the security guard said. “This place is a madhouse.”

“Kind of figured it out from everyone in the lobby,” Scarlett replied.

He snorted. “This is ten times worse.”

How much worse could it get? As soon as the thought entered her mind, she chided herself for even thinking it. The security guard opened the door for her, and her breath hitched. The folding doors at the end of the room had been pushed open allowing more access to those who might need it and, in this case, it was for the press overflow. Shutters snapped and the bright light of flashes, momentarily stunned her. When the guys said press conference, she thought maybe local people, not this.

“I don't think I can do this,” she said between clenched teeth.

“We've got you Scar, we're right here with you.” Kenny pressed his hand to the small of her back and urged her forward.

“There are so many people,” she muttered moving toward the desk in the front where Dave sat. In front of him were two mic stands and a notebook. He glanced up the minute he caught sight of her and grinned.