Page 57 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Harried staff worked their asses off.
Darryn’s nurse had gone to lunch. Before leaving, she told us another RN would cover for her. We continued to wait for someone to swing back around with his X-ray results.
“Thanks for this, mate,” said Darryn. “Bringing me here, I mean—though it’s the least you could do, right?”
His English cockney accent added to the sinister aspect of his profession. A job that had him breaching others’ privacy in the worst kind of way. His clothes looked rumpled. Probably from sitting too long in his car while spying.
I ignored his last comment.
“How long have you worked as a paparazzi?” I asked.
“No comment.” He flashed a smile that revealed yellowed teeth. “How long have you worked at that club?”
“No comment.” I sat back.
“We’ll both agree to keep those secrets, then.” He looked smug.
Fuck that.
“Who do you work for?” I snapped.
Again, he shrugged.
I’d find out, though I wouldn’t tell him that. Alerting him to the elite team I’d hired would spike his interest and turn Enthrall into an agenda.
“How the hell am I meant to pay for this?” he mumbled.
“Doesn’t your kind of work pay?”
“I’m freelance.”
“Ah.”
He held my gaze and that was my cue.
“We’ll pay the bill.” I raised a hand. “Not that you deserve that courtesy.”
“Very generous of you.”
“If you ever return to that location, it’ll be more than just your wrist you’ll injure.”
“Point made, mate.”
“Stop calling me mate.”
“I saw Tori Crawford entering your club.” He looked triumphant. “Now that would cause a stir.”
“Right. A tall blonde in L.A. Don’t see many of those around these parts.”
His head crashed onto the pillow. With his photos deleted he had no proof Tori had ever visited us.
“How much would you have made off that photo?” I arched a brow. “Of the anonymous blonde?”
He looked frustrated. “Thirty.”
“We’ll give you thirty.”
“Seriously?”
