Page 7 of Dirty Money

"We need a plan for stopping Bradley,” she says.

"Yeah, let's go to my office so I can set some things in motion. Get some dirt on him. Or do you need to check in with your friends?"

"Some of them already left for New York. I just need to text them and say I'm staying a little longer."

"Do that, and then come shower with me. I need to get you clean again after all the dirty things we did."

She blushes prettily but hurries to text her friends. I must have done something good in my past life because she's too good for the likes of me. And I just lied to her because I'm getting her dirty all over again in the shower before we get clean.

Amber

We walk hand in hand to his office, and the minute he opens the door, I'm flooded with images of our time together here. Jason is a wild man, but he's also possessive and maybe even a little bossy. I like all those things in a man, and a blush covers my cheeks when I see the couch where he opened me up and ate me like he was starving.

He shows me to one of the chairs in front of his desk, and I sit down, looking around the space. It doesn't look like he's been using this office for long. There's nothing personal of his in here, and I wonder at the difference in how he treats me. He seems almost detached at work, but there's nothing but heat and possessiveness when he's with me.

"This will just take a few minutes,” he says. “Do you need anything? Something to drink? A laptop to email your office?"

"No, I can do it from my phone. Don't you want to know about Bradley?"

"Right now, I just need his name and his latest place of employment. I can take it from there."

"Bradley Michaels. Last I heard, he was at Brownstone Financial Services as an advisor."

He nods and starts typing like a fiend on his laptop. I watch him closely because he's gorgeous, and his every movement is precise and elegant. When he took me into his arms last night, there was no doubt in my mind I was going to experience an exciting adventure, and he didn't disappoint.

I write to my office while he's occupied and tell them I'm taking a few personal days. They are very understanding because I'm good at what I do, and I always deliver. I don't worry too much about it because I'm at a point where I should have already left to do something of my own. But becoming an entrepreneur is hard work, and I've been having a good time overall. But I wonder if I should take this week to reconsider my life in general.

I thought I was doing well, but the way I feel with Jason is over the top, and I'd like to explore more of that. It's why I gave in so easily to his proposal. I'm curious to know more about the man and how being with him could influence my life. He looks up from where he's working, and our gazes lock.

"We should go to the hotel and get your things. Move them to the suite."

I slowly nod, and damn it if I don't lick my lips seductively. He makes me hungry, and the talk of a hotel room just reminds me all over again of all the fun we had last night.

"I have someone looking into him online…" He starts, "and I've contacted someone in New York to have him followed—see what he's doing. Also, with your permission, I'd like to install something on your phone so we can record and trace any phone calls he makes. I know it will feel like an invasion of your privacy, but it will be temporary. And it's worth it."

"Okay."

I hand him my phone, a nervous feeling going through me. I guess my life just became an open book for everyone at Jason's company. Bradley hasn't contacted me yet, but he's sure to once he figures out I haven't returned to New York. After a few minutes, Jason hands it back.

"Are you hungry, Pix?"

"Starved," I say, but my eyes tell another story.

"Let's go out on the strip and get something to eat. Then I have a surprise for you."

He takes me to Ocean Prime, and we eat the best steaks I've ever had. The service is wonderful and Jason is not as serious as he looked at first sight. He's charming and knows how to make me laugh.

"After your surprise, I'm going to ravish you all night long, Pixie."

I smile at him and get a thrill that he has this nickname for me. It's true I have a small frame and I have a pixie cut, but I'm not as light and airy as Tinkerbell.

"I hope that's a promise."

"It is." He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.

"If you keep treating me like this, I might never want to leave Las Vegas."

"Then my work would be done."

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