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"I'm the wrong guy. Taking orders isn't one of my strong suits. Anybody who knows me can tell you that. It's the reason why I didn't last two years in the marines. I couldn't blindly follow orders. " He was almost out the door without any further debate.
"I'm not going to give up that easily. The one thing you need to know about me is that I always get what I want," I stressed.
His eyebrow cocked. "I'm not for sale. Give the job to somebody more qualified."
"You haven't even heard my offer. Give me your phone," I said with my hand extended palm up.
Flex looked at me curiously and then handed it over.
I punched in the private unlisted number where he could reach me day or night. It also gave me a chance to memorize his phone number. He didn't know who he was messing with. It wasn't about the money.
There was enough in my discretionary fund for security precautions. It was more about wanting to spend more time with him.
I gave him back his phone and our fingers touched for a brief second. That electrifying sensation stunned me into silence with my mouth agape. They say there is one person for everybody.
I started to believe it.
My nipples were hard enough to cut through glass. He must've noticed when I caught him stealing a glance over his shoulder. Those blue eyes made me feel naked and vulnerable, ready to throw caution to the wind.
He walked out the door and the click made me feel empty inside. Being aroused took on a whole different meaning. There was a fire down below. It had been ignited during our brief exchange. I wanted him but I couldn't say it with words. It was a good thing he couldn't read my mind..
I was subtle, however. It was easy to see he packed a punch in those tight jeans.
I laid back and had these very graphic depictions of what naughty things I wanted to do to his body. The man was a work of art in desperate need of my paintbrush tongue.
I salivated and sighed deeply with unrequited feelings of lust.
CHAPTER 4
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FLEX
My thoughts were constantly invaded by her face.
It was no time to be distracted. Tying up loose ends became more important than ever.
Smith wasn't happy to hear from me. It didn't matter that I was being proactive, but I didn't have the funds to demand anything from him.
He was always so smug from the moment we went into negotiations. It would've been so easy to wipe the look off of his face.
Fear was a great motivator, but we were trying to stay under the radar.
Smith probably wasn't even his real name, not that it mattered. It was a mutually beneficial agreement. We really had no right to force his hand. He was the only game in town willing to do it on a payment plan.
I took a deep breath and walked into his office. He must've been expecting me.
"We were just talking about you. Do you mind telling me what the hell you were thinking? I go out of my way, and this is the thanks I get?" He referred to the two men, one wearing a patch and the other one favoring his right side.
Smith was a walking example of a mafia boss. He had no problem flaunting his wealth.
The gold Rolex was proudly displayed on his right wrist. There was a multitude of diamond rings on his fingers, including one with what I could only assume was a family crest embedded into the gold band.
He was clean-shaven with black slick hair. The suit wasn't off the rack. A splash of color came from a red handkerchief delicately hanging out of his pocket.
They were waiting for me to answer, but I didn't really have any way to defend myself.
"I appreciate everything you have done. Those two didn't play by the rules. It was all planned and they went off script," I explained.
