Page 9 of The Aries Alliance
War:
I need to see you this weekend. Alone.
Oh, hell no.This man was persistent and highly inappropriate. I took a big breath and typed my words carefully, reading them several times before sending my message.
Me:
No, thank you, Mr. Redmond. I already met with you today.
War:
I have information you need.
This didn’t feel right. Maybe someone was pretending to be Warrick. It had to be a setup.
Me:
Send me a dick pic so I know it’s you. Call me what I told you to call me in your office too.
I set the bar high, calling his bluff. I waited for what seemed like several minutes before Warrick sent a message.
Warrick:
Hold on. I’m looking for one you’ll like, Dr. Kane.
When he wrote my honorific, I knew it was him. That awareness had my heart thumping. Was he really going to send me a naked photo?
Warrick was a man of surprises and strategic as hell, so I needed to remain composed for whatever he sent. Time seemed to pass slowly as I waited with bated breath. I was seconds away from closing the app to start my drive home when I gasped.
It wasn’t the dick pic I asked for, but it was a full body photo of Warrick lying shirtless on his elbow, in a big bed, with one foot propped up. His thick, long penis print poked lewdly through light gray boxers that weren’t too tight or too loose. He was as big as I suspected. Those seductive cat-like eyes of hispenetrated the screen much like I bet his erection did when he made love to his woman.
Warrick:
Does it meet your satisfaction, Dr. Kane?
It certainly did. Instead of answering immediately, I wanted to know who took that sexy photo.
Stop it! Are you jealous or something?
I put the phone down and blushed, sneaking peeks at the picture every few seconds in disbelief, zooming in on that pretty package in his boxers and those pretty, big feet. I held my hand over my mouth and bit my lip as I tilted my phone and my head, eyeing his body from every angle. He had miles of muscles, ripped abs, smooth skin, and slightly-there hair in all the right places. Ooh wee, he was luscious. I finally composed myself and turned my logical brain back on.
Me:
It’s a’ight, but I should call the police on your perverted ass. Do you do everything people ask you to do, btw? This is why EFU sucks. Hiring weirdoes like you. Leave me alone.
I acted tough, but if Warrick wasn’t my enemy, I’d be on every inch of him like white on rice. But this was the real world with serious consequences for bad behavior. I had bills to pay, and I wasn’t about to jeopardize my career and reputation for a guy who didn’t have enough sense to keep R-rated photos to himself.
War:
Wait…Dr. Kane, although I prefer to call you Scarlett. Call me. This conversation is going South, and I need to explain. I promise it’ll be worth your time. Please. *praying hands emoji*
Warrick shared his number. I stared at it for a few moments before I called him, finally putting him on speaker. When he answered on the first ring, in the deepest of voices, I blinked slowly, willing my brain to function properly. Had he been a phone sex worker in a past life? When I gathered myself, I spoke in a raised voice.
“What do you want, and who the hell is War?”
“I need you to meet me tonight and tomorrow at a cottage in Ramston. It’s important. I’m sending you the address. War is my nickname, by the way.” His matter of fact, outlandish words threw me off as much as his voice.
Why Ramston? With its secluded hiking trails, fiery sunsets, and romantic bed-and-breakfasts, it was a city for lovers. ‘War’ was a darn fool if he thought I was going anywhere with him like we were a couple in love.
