Page 117 of Catfish

She blinks, her long eyelashes brushing her cheekbones, and it distracts me from my current problem.

Until it doesn’t.

“I have some significant things to discuss with the attorney general and—"

“What is it that you need me to do?” Her amethyst-colored eyes with specks of gray take me in, obedient and attentive.

And, fuck me, I wish she’d stop for once in her damn life being a pain in my ass by being so fucking her—sexy without trying, wanting me to hoist her up on one of these empty tables and step between her thighs—when I need her to help me get rid of Henry.

Not that she can help it.

It just radiates off her like the sun and beams off everyone and everything.

“Can you call him?” I propose, massaging the back of my neck with my hand. “Uh—somehow get him out of this restaurant.”

“How big do you want to go?”

“Huh?”

“Big,” she repeats. “How extra do you want to be?”

“I’m not following.”

She smirks then touches my arm. "I got it." I hold my breath. This is the first time we've had any physical contact that wasn't a quick handshake, and I know she doesn't like me, but I like the shit out of her for some fucking reason.

“You alright?”

I nod. “I’m fine. The sooner, the better, please. And I’ll add a bonus on your next paycheck.”

That has her hand leaving my suit sleeve and glaring at me. "How about I just do it, just to do it. I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am, Governor, but where I come from, a solid is just a solid. Unless you’re running drugs or keeping someone hidden in—” She stops, knowing that she is revealing too much.

Running drugs?

She's done it. My Sox has gone through hell to survive, and now she's rising up to become her own person and build her own empire.

“Alright, how about I owe you a solid back then?” She pulls her cell phone out of her small purse and asks me for his number.

I rattle it off, he hasn't ever changed it, and she begins to walk away from me. Until my dumbass grabs her arm.

“Thank you...I mean it.”

She nods, I let her go, and she handles business.

Like the badass she is.

? No One Needs To Know Right Now —Shania Twain ?

Me: I’m an evil human being.

And I am.

I tricked Wade into coming to this charity event for two reasons; one, he needed to get the hell out of his office. Every time I went in to hand off shit to Emmy, he was there. When she called me to run through or ask for an opinion on the phone, I heard him. When she called me late last night to ask me for the number of tables and chairs on one of the fundraisers, she and him were plotting out debate points.

And secondly, he owed me.

Plus, he’s like a cooped-up child that was kept in a closet by his evil parents except he was both the child and the person that kept him locked up. Besides, seeing him as a human being in the public eye, in front of real people, would only help him.

Not that he saw it that way.

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