Page 80 of Enthrall Climax

“Oh, good.” I was distracted by the thought of Sue ordering the correct flowers after she’d looked dazed. When my attention returned to Shay he was back on his phone.

“Locate her,” Shay snapped the order to one of his men and shoved his phone away.

I rounded my desk and sat on the edge. “What did you find on Nadine?”

“It’s all in there.”

I opened the file he’d brought in and stared at the photo of the girl with the perfect complexion. She’d been photographed coming out of the club. “Can you summarize?”

“Her name’s not Nadine. I’ll start there. It’s Omani. She’s eighteen. I know, I know, she looks younger. You were right to be concerned.”

“Eighteen is still very young for a club like that.”

“She was born in Somalia and emigrated here on a work visa. Her parents are dead. No previous work history. Her passport is stamped with frequent visits to Paris. Helete’s from there, so that’s no surprise.”

“How did you look at her passport?”

“I have a friend in Immigration.” He shrugged. “So, no boyfriend. Seems loyal to Helete.” He sat forward. “The guy who delivered the cake is Helete’s chauffeur.”

“She didn’t hide that very well.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “I want to stop this before it gets out of hand. A cake is one thing. A photo of you and me in a compromising situation is completely different.”

“Well, she doesn’t need the money. So it’s not blackmail.”

“True.”

Shay leaned forward. “What rattled her about my visit? It doesn’t make any sense.”

I picked up a pen and played with it, letting my subconscious handle this one. “Omani.”

“Pretty name.”

“This all started with her.”

“She is a looker.” He shrugged. “I mean, supermodel material. Maybe Helete’s in love with her.”

“I think you might be right.”

“Are we still going to offer her a job?”

“Go back to the club. Book a massage. Not the happy ending kind.” I smirked at him. “Find out what Omani wants.” I threw the pen down. “Let’s hear it from her without the pressure of her dominatrixes bearing down on her.”

“I’m going to have Helete followed. I need to find out what kind of hold she has on Omani.”

A knock at the door broke our focus.

“Not now.” I turned back to Shay.

Henry burst in through the door. My gaze held his and my spine flinched with the memory of him shoving me hard against that squash court wall.

What the hell did he want now?

Shay’s gaze was fixed on me in disbelief.

I gestured to Sue, who was standing at the doorway having followed him in. “A tray of tea, please. Oh, and Sue, why don’t you take off early today. Say, around three.”

“Really?” She blushed with happiness and hurried out before I could change my mind.

Henry made himself comfortable on the couch. “What a perfect boss.”