Page 37 of R Is For Revenge: Part One

“How much?”

“Twenty grand.”

“And what do I have to do for twenty grand?”

I know she’s thinking the worst. “Nothing more than you did last night. I’m hosting some business acquaintances.”

She glances away. “Can I think about it?”

“You have until tomorrow night.”

She looks at me but doesn’t reply. I hold her gaze until she turns away and opens the door, slides out onto the curb, and walks up the steps to her building.

She doesn’t look back but I watch her until the door clicks shut behind her.

Only then do I let out my breath and relax.

The game has just changed and the old rules don’t apply anymore.

I’m so fucking down with it.

I stare at my phone and ponder. I send a text. Settle back. And start to plan.