Page 61 of Beautiful Liar

“The cons depend on whether you intend to stay put for a while once you get to the property. She doesn’t have a passport and her fake ID is the worst I’ve seen. Even a tenth grader would spot the flaws a mile away. She’s not naïve, so I can only conclude she was desperate enough, for whatever reason, to accept the first one she came across.”

My cock thickens, and I breathe out. The part of me that should be ashamed for getting hard at the thought of her desperation is blissfully bankrupt enough not to get in the way of my hard-on.

“If I need to take her out of the country, can you organize it?”

Fionnella sighs. “Of course, sir. But I’d appreciate as much advance notice as possible. I trust the people I work with, but I’m never comfortable with stuff to do with photos. Too much room for error.”

“You’ll have your notice.”

“Thanks.”

I hang up, pull my gaze from the window and ease my foot from the brake pedal.

Lucky may well fall through my cracks, but I intend the experience to be nothing short of memorable.

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