Page 5 of Chad's Chase
With all these uncharacteristic gestures—chuckling, smiling—she wondered if he would let her suck his dick if she offered. Sweet Lord, she’d give anything to get on her knees in front of him, suck him deep in the back of her throat, and swallow his cum like it’s a goddamn elixir of life.
“Now I’m beyond intrigued,” he said. “I’ve never met a flawless-dangerous person before. That’s an almost impossible combination.”
Now he was jeering her.
“No, I meant flawless physically. People just stare at her like she’s a new species or something. But she, as a person, is not just a normal girl. She’s here for a reason. And stripping is not it.”
“And how have you come to this conclusion?”
“I’ve been watching her since she came. When she gets dressed, she puts something like a dagger in her boot, a Ruger .38 in her purse, along with a vial of something I’ve no doubt is poison.”
Boss’s eyes drew tight at the corners, but still he shrugged. “Maybe she’s just trying to be careful. Stripping is a risky job.”
Nadia knew he didn’t believe that. He was trying to screw with her head. He did it all the time. It was a game to him.
“Yeah, except she isn’t working. Once she dances onstage for the night, she sits and watches the door. Waiting for something.”
Expressionless, he tapped his finger against the desk, just staring at her.
“She only works three nights a week, boss,” Nadia informed, trying to get it across to him that this girl needed to be detained and questioned, or at least monitored closely until she slipped up. “Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The only three nightsyoumight show up here.”
Taking a step further into the room, she said, “That girl is here on a mission, Mr. Niiveux. And I think her mission isyou.”
