Page 14 of His Lair

Sammie:

You got another man offering to feed you, babe?

Me:

Nope.

Sammie:

See you later.

A thought crosses my mind. If Emmanuel is looking for dirt against his friends, that means he’s looking for dirt on Sammie too. That’s not going to end well. Also, what the hell do I do about it?

I decide that whatever their business is, it’s not mine. I’m here on a job that I’m being paid a good amount of money to do. Whatever these gangsters are up to is on them.

Do I like Sammie? Sure, but I’m professional and my mouth is staying shut. I can’t give up my cover for some guy with an impressive dick.

I mean, I haven’t seen it, but I sure as hell felt it. Which reminds me… I need to stop thinking about that man’s dick and get back to work. I still have four hours left of my shift. And it’s going to be alongfour hours.

True to his word, Sammie is waiting for me by the staff lounge. “You ready?” he asks.

I look around and notice there are a lot of other employees here. So, instead of answering him, I pull out my phone and send him a message.

Me:

I’ll meet you at your place. We cannot be seen together like this. It’s weird.

I can feel his eyes burning into my skin as I type on my screen. I look up at him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Russo. I forgot about our meeting. My shift just ended. Can it wait until tomorrow?”

Sammie smirks. Then he reads the text I just sent him and that smirk turns to a frown as he jabs at his phone with the tips of his fingers.

Sammie:

I don’t care who sees us leave together. I’ll wait for you on the street.

“Sure, I’ll catch up with you tomorrow. Have a good night, Ms. Miller,” he says before walking away.

“Thanks, I plan to.” I smile at his retreating back.

He’s going to wait for me outside. That’s better than him waiting here, where all my colleagues are itching for the latest workplace gossip. Which I do not plan on being the main focus of. I don’t really care what any of these people think of me, but there is only so much restraint a girl can have. I don’t want to hear them talking about me and then slip up and “accidentally” slit one of their throats.

Walking out of the Royal Flush, I scan my surroundings, and then head in Sammie’s direction. He has a curious look on his face as he watches me approach. I’ve decided that tonight I don’t care who he is. I want to feel as good as I did the other night. And if using this man’s dick can do that, then I’m going to use it all I want.

“Hey.”

“You okay?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.” I nod and stare at the tops of my shoes. I’m getting used to playing shy.

“It seemed like you were looking for something just now,” he says.

Shit, he noticed that.

“I was. You.” I smile at him and can see in his eyes that he doesn’t believe me. Thankfully, he doesn’t bring it up. Instead, he takes hold of my hand and ushers me up the street.

“How was your day?” he asks.

“Long. Yours?”