Page 18 of Mafia Handbook

“Would you now?’

Planting her heeled foot on his jean covered thigh, “Yes, Bash, I would.”

Pointing to the red stiletto, Bash sent her a demanding look. “It’s Sebastian and get your fucking foot off me.”

Unsure of why he corrected her, Bash grew impatient as Gretchen answered his demand with a challenging brow. Having no desire for this level of drama in his life, Bash stood to his full height, stepped around the desk and headed down the hall. “You know the way out.” He tossed over his shoulder, hoping she would take the hint this time.

Sucking in a deep breath, Gretchen slid from the desk, not bothering to lower her skirt as her feet hit the floor. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out the card she’d prepared before coming in. “Tell him to meet me at this address around nine.”

Brandon stared at the card, but remained silent.

“Or keep it for yourself.”

Bash was one of his best friends, and nothing, not even a woman as hot as the one before him would destroy that.

“Either way, I’ll be waiting.” Gretchen added with a wink, tossing the card to the desk before making her way to the elevator.

Standing in the lobby, Gretchen slid on her sunglasses before stepping into the California sun. Making her way to her car parked along the curb, she raised her gaze to the window on the fifth floor where she assumed he was staring down at her. You’re going to be mine, Bash Kelly. Just wait and see, she vowed to herself. She hadn't gotten to where she was by taking no for an answer, and she wasn't about to start now.

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