Page 23 of Sticky Fingers
Chapter Eight
Sonia
I grinas my hands slide down my hips to smooth out the dress I’m rocking. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I nod approvingly at my own reflection.
The dress is a deep red that stops mid-thigh with a plunging neck line. The plunge is almost scandalous. It shows off the girls quite nicely.
I can’t wear a bra with this dress, so I had to tack the fabric down with double-sided fashion tape.
This dress will definitely do the trick in driving Malcolm crazy.
I’ve never met a man like him.
He’s started a game with me.
A delicate dance. The kind that makes you savor every step.
Definitely not boring.
He has the kind of attitude that just draws me in, you know? As much as I know I should, I can’t walk away. And, more than anything, I want to leave an impression.
I pair the dress with a couple of black Louboutin heels, a gold necklace with a single chain that rests down the center of my exposed chest, and a pair of simple, gold dangling earrings.
My hair is done in loose, soft waves. And then there’s a touch of smoky eyeshadow and a light pink lip gloss, just enough to make my lips pop without making the whole package appear over-the-top.
I smile at myself in the mirror. Whatever happens, this is going to be one interesting night.
“So, Malcolm Push…” my assistant says from the chair resting in the corner, her voice crashing through my thoughts. More than just my assistant, Kathy is a loyal friend—one I can trust with all my secrets. “He’s wealthy, he’s the ultimate playboy, and the kicker is…he controls the largest criminal empire in New York.”
“Wait, what?” I whip around to face her, confused. “What was that last one you said?”
“He’s the one controlling The Push Criminal Organization. HeisThe Push Criminal Organization. Ever heard of it?”
“I sure have,” I whisper. “Holy shit.”
I should have made the connection when I heard his last name, or at least realized he was connected to the organization, if not in control of it. But then again, The Push Organization is something one whispers about while slightly tipsy.
You hear things about an organization running things in the background, but I always thought it was more myth than anything.
But if Malcolm really is the one behind such a thing…well, he’s everything that I aspire to be—a straight-up badass.
“Yeah, figured that would be your reaction,” my assistant says smugly, her hands folded behind her head.
I smile hugely at her and say,
“Thanks for the rundown.”
“Don’t mention it,” she says with a laugh, stretching her back and pushing her glasses down the bridge of her nose. “You know I enjoy digging dirt on people – especially men.”
“And you’re amazing at that, babe.”
It’s true. Whenever I need a piece of information on anyone, Kathy never fails to dig something up.
“I have to get going now. Seems like I’ve got a date with a sexy crime boss, huh?”
“Have fun, Sonia,” she says with a wink as she gets up to leave. “Already know you’re going to give him hell…or at least a strong case of blue balls with that outfit.”
I laugh and grab my purse before heading out myself. A limo is already waiting for me outside—courtesy of Malcolm Push, of course—and I slide into the luxury leather seat.
