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“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Evan agreed.“Will we see you in the morning?”
Marta looked at Genevieve.“Yoga at sunrise?”
Genevieve thought about it for only a moment.“Definitely.”It might be the last time she could go.
Chapter11
“Big Daddy, you’re here.”The small girl from southeast Asia stretched her tiny frame and ran her fingers through his slicked-back hair.
“Yeah, baby, I am.”He ran a comb through his hair and glanced in the mirror just inside the door to Miss Nami’s house.“Have you been busy tonight?”He looked around the foyer and adjoining large rooms at the businessmen in thousand-dollar suits, Italian shoes, and started counting the night’s profit.
“Me, not so much.Some of the others, like Jasmine, is working on her third date of the night.”Her pout turned into a seductive smile.“That means I’m available for you.”
He glared down at the girl who was only around fourteen, the median age he hired.He discovered long ago that men were willing to pay more money the younger the girl.Virgins demanded a premium price, but he could only sell a hymen once.Damn it all to hell.
The girl, wearing nothing but a see-through bustier and a thong, looked up at him with pleading eyes.
He smacked her bare ass.“Go find somebody else’s dick to suck, or better yet, to fuck.”Fucking paid more money.The girl trotted off in three-inch platforms with stiletto heels, wearing his handprint like a badge of honor.
He caught the familiar scent and knew she was coming.Once she’d started making insane money, even by American standards, Miss Nami only wore Caron Poivre at the outrageous price of one thousand dollars per ounce.He had his own vices.
She followed with an unopened bottle of twenty-three-year-old Kentucky bourbon and a frozen snifter glass on a silver tray to his seat in the far corner.She opened the new bottle and poured out a small amount into the crystal glass.
“So, anyone of interest tonight?”Big Daddy took a sip, allowing the expensive whiskey to roll over his tongue before finally swallowing.
Ms.Nami went through the list of high-paying attendees at tonight’s party.She’d researched each man before allowing him into the house.She had also decided, hours before the men showed up, which room they would occupy.Several had multiple hidden cameras with the highest quality video available.Blackmail was Big Daddy’s favorite income stream.It also kept the city and base police away.
She rubbed his shoulders.“You’re very tight tonight.”She swung around and straddled his lap facing him.“Why don’t you let me take care of your stress?”
No one could make him come as hard and as fast as she could.In sync, they both scanned the busy living rooms.His bouncers blended with the background but kept an eye on each man and woman.Big Daddy signaled to the former SEALs as he followed Ms.Nami up the two flights of stairs to her suite.
This was exactly what he needed.He took off his clothes and neatly laid them on the overstuffed chair.He lay naked, face down on the bed as the woman with magical fingers warmed the massage oil.
Everyone thought their relationship was sexual.Big Daddy knew better than to fuck the hired help.
Chapter12
Evan wokeup in the strange bedroom again.It took a few minutes to orient himself.By the time he’d showered and dressed in civilian clothes for the second day in a row, he realized it was Sunday.His entire world had turned upside down and twisted sideways in thirty-six hours.
He’d gone from confirmed bachelor to spending more time with his ex-wife in his arms than he had with any other woman in years.He’d changed more diapers than he had since Kylie had been potty-trained.
She was now gone.
Heat burned behind his eyes as he fought back the sorrow that tried to overtake him at every memory.Anger quickly followed.He was angry with God for taking her too soon.He was angry with himself for not spending more time with his daughter.He was angry with Genevieve for preferring to stay on Coronado as a teacher and divorce him, rather than move across the country to keep their family whole.
You’re an ass.Her job was not the reason she wanted a divorce.You were.The SEALs under your command were more important to you than she was.Than your daughter.You realized it back then that she deserved a better man than you.Time to step up, Evan Hubbard.There’s a baby who needs you, right now.
With a sense of urgency, he checked the time.Before he left Genevieve’s house last night, she’d told him to pick her up at eight.They were going to get Ian.
With the car seat in one hand and the directions in the other, he went to the rented SUV.He’d spent some time last night online looking for the safest vehicle for transporting babies.His two-door, high-end sports car didn’t make the list at all.He was going to miss his high-performance car, riding in the California sunshine with the top down, rocking to his favorite bands.Vivi would enjoy a trip on the Pacific Highway.He’d take her for a ride before he sold the car outright or traded it in.
But he didn’t have to worry about that now.He had the rented SUV.
When he had the car seat securely facing backwards, he practiced lifting out the carrier portion and locking it back into place.He didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of Genevieve or the nurses.With his luck lately, Captain Thomas and every nurse who took care of Ian would show up and decide to walk them out.
Once they had Ian home and settled in his own bed, they needed to deal with Kylie.
Then came the business of the dead.He suddenly wondered if the monthly premiums on her life insurance policy were current.Using his phone, he logged into his military pay to check the automatic allotment.Thank Christ, the military could be trusted for distributing his money.He glanced at some of the other allotments.
