Page 80 of Killer Kiss

“This better be fucking good,” I barked into the phone.

To my surprise, it was a man on the other end, not Eve calling in to see how her dance student was doing.

“The trail on Eddie and the woman he was seen with has gone cold,” Bert Leddith said sharply into the phone. “But did you know he has a brother?”

“No. What’s that got to do with anything?”

I was only half listening to the PI. I was too busy watching Ophelia get to her feet and brush herself off. She avoided looking at me, but her cheeks were pink, and damn that color was so good on her.

“From what I’m told, they’re close. Everyone I spoke to said if Zane Sinclair doesn’t know where Eddie is, then no one does.”

I blinked and shook my head, trying to follow the conversation but doing a bad job of it because my dick was pounding with the need to follow Ophelia across the room and bend her over a table. “Wait, what? Zane who?”

Ophelia’s head snapped in my direction. “Zane Sinclair?”

The PI repeated it in my ear, and I nodded at Ophelia.

She scurried over to me and frantically made motions for me to put the phone on speaker. I started to shake my head no, but she gave me a glare so deadly I quickly switched it over.

“Jesus,” I muttered. “Settle down, psycho.”

She glared at me, but Bert carried on, oblivious to me and Ophelia openly glaring daggers at each other.

I kinda liked her fire and attitude. Almost as much as having her placid and obedient beneath me. The fact she could be both blew my mind.

The PI kept going with his report. “I’m told Zane has a thing for sex clubs.”

I scoffed at the phone. “Who doesn’t?”

Ophelia rolled her eyes.

Bert chuckled. “Yes, well, apparently, he’s a regular at a club called Psychos. It’s in your neck of the woods.”

“That’s my brother’s club,” Ophelia hissed, at the same time I responded, “I know it.”

We both stared at each other.

The man went on. “Great. Well, there’s a party there tomorrow night. If I were you, I’d get yourselves on the invite list and see if you can talk to him. I think he’s your best bet at finding your friend right now.”

I cleared my throat. “Finding her is your job.”

The man barked out a laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think so, Augie. I’m a married man, and no job is worth me stepping foot in a sex club. My wife would end me.”

“Pussy,” I mumbled.

“Maybe so. But I don’t get paid enough for a divorce. So I’ve given you the info. What you do with it now is up to you. Use it. Don’t. I don’t give a shit.”

“I’ll go,” Ophelia said, straightening. “Getting in is no problem, and I know Zane. Or at least, I’ve met him. I can ID him. If he’s there, I’ll get him to talk.”

I cocked my head at her suddenly dark tone. Her voice had a sinister quality I hadn’t heard from her. Despite the fact I’d just had her writhing on the floor beneath me, a shiver rolled down my spine that reminded me I barely knew this woman.

It didn’t matter.

Because there was no way she was going into a sex club alone.

It wasn’t just Zane Sinclair I was worried about.

It was the fact I’d just spent all that time getting us both riled up, only to walk away.

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