Page 99 of Rum & Coke
I sighed and opened the door, and then took the stairs one at a time. When I got to the top, I stopped and looked around. There was no evidence of a murder taking place the night before. The chairs in front of his desk were turned around, and it looked like an office. The sun shined through the windows framing the desert mountains in the distance. In front of them was his desk that looked to be solid wood. The room was masculine, with brown leathered chairs on the right with a table and lamp between them. A floor to ceiling bookshelf sat behind them, and instead of death, the room smelled like tobacco. Across from the chairs was a closed door.
“I had a visitor this morning at Red Diamond.” Sebastian moved to sit behind his desk in the high-back leather chair.
“And I care because?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“He was from the escort company, Saddles & Racks.”
My heart stopped. Vinny? Did he come looking for me? Of course he would. We had plans for him to stay the night and I’d vanished. Did that mean he talked to Melony? What had she said? “Okay?”
“You’re not surprised?”
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to play his game. I wanted Sebastian to tell me what he knew before I offered any information. “Why would I be?”
“He asked for you.”
“And?”
“Wanted to hire you to go on a date with him and a client.”
“And? When’s the date?” I was hoping this was my way out, and that Vinny was trying to get me back.
Sebastian chuckled. “I’m not stupid, Tessa.”
“Okay. So why are you telling me this?”
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the dark wood. “I know it was your boyfriend. So the question is, what am I going to do about him?”
I stared at him as I stood in the middle of the room. “And?”
“And you’re going to call him, tell him that you came here on your own.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I will kill him,” he stated without hesitation.
“I hate you,” I seethed.
“You’ll grow to love me.” He smirked.
“Never.”
“We’ll see about that.” He picked up the phone on his desk and held out the receiver for me. “Now, call him.”
“I don’t know his number. It’s in my cell phone.”
“Not a problem.” He unlocked a desk drawer and pulled out my clutch that I’d dropped in the struggle with Mateo. “What’s your password?”
“Just give me the phone, and I’ll call him.”
“Tell me your password.”
I glared at him again. I didn’t want him to go through my phone. There wasn’t much on it, but I felt as though he’d have a piece of me if he looked at my pictures, my texts, my emails, whatever.
“Now,” he ordered.
“442687.”
He punched the numbers in, not bothering to ask me why that was the code. I wasn’t stupid enough to use Colton’s name as my code, but the numbers did have a meaning. “And his name?”
