Page 101 of Chandelier Sin
Aemon’s voice trailed down the hallway. “That sounds like the good doctor.”
“You have to leave,” whispered Eve.
Yeah, not gonna happen.
I sidestepped her and walked ahead, boldly entering a familiar lounge.
Coincidently, the same one I’d stood in with Eve five days ago. I’d been intimate with her here. Over in that corner, near his other office door, going down on this goddess in the most delectable way.
That was probably what this was about.
I’d accepted his revenge trap. Delivered myself to face his wrath.
Only Aemon didn’t hold himself like a man scorned. He looked more professorial, his handsome face worn by time, and lacking animosity.
He appeared comfortable in a highbacked chair at the other end of the room. His bodyguard stood beside a fireplace acting casual,but underneath his jacket he packed a deadly deterrent. Made me wonder if it was this man who’d killed Ben.
I ignored him and strolled closer to Roper. “Well? You’ve got my attention.”
Roper gave me a thin smile. “Good to see you, too.”
Eve’s perfume lingered in the air behind me, and I turned to see her in the doorway. She raised her chin as she strolled toward the couch, taking a seat close to her husband. Proving they were a dangerous alliance.
Aemon set his tumbler on the table before him. “Want one?”
“No, thanks.”
“I was actually going to talk with you at Pendulum,” he said, seemingly not surprised I was here.
Probably because we both knew it was the ability to leave this house that was key. The ability to dodge one of his military grade bullets.
I gave a nod. “The meeting at Pendulum, was it about me owning the club?’
“Not related, no.”
“Not interested then.”
Terror flashed across Eve’s expression for a split second, and then she controlled her emotions and radiated serenity, her cheeks a softer pink, eyes wide with compassion. Perhaps she was silently warning me that the odds weren’t in my favor.
Or maybe she feared I’d tell him about what we’d done in this room, while he’d been checking out her new Ferrari.
Roper sat back. “Did I overhear you say to my wife you’d just been in a car accident?”
I gave him the look that question deserved.
“That’s what you get when you make enemies.” Smugly, he gestured to the guard to leave. “We’ll be fine.”
Roper was trying to disarm me.
I waited for the man to exit, then asked, “Was it you?”
“If it had been me, you’d be dead.”
Wasn’t sure I believed that. It sounded more like a warning. A tactic he utilized less frequently than most. Probably just went for the kill and didn’t waste time.
He pointed to the armchair opposite his. “Take a seat.”
“Prefer to stand.”
