Page 125 of The Devil Can Be Kind

“If one of you doesn’t start telling me what’s going onrightno?—”

“Okay, okay!” Tom interrupted, lifting his hands up placatingly before pressing a finger to his lips, silently telling me to keep my voice down.

He motioned for me to follow him down one of the hallways off the foyer, silently stopping before a bathroom door.

What in the?—

“Oh,fuck. Yeah. Just like that.”

I jolted back from the door, staring incredulously at the dark wood that did little to stifle the moaning and panting of its occupants. Tom was soundlessly laughing at my side, and I smacked him on the arm.

“Yes, yes, yes.” A female chanted from the other side.

Oh, God…that wasKeeley.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it. That’s i?—”

“Jesse Alessio Mancini, get your fucking cockoutof my assistant. It’s home time!” I yelled through the door, pounding my fist against the wood.

Tom’s laughter exploded out of him just as my own chuckle tumbled from my lips, unable to keep a straight face.

I heard Jesse curse quietly. “I’m a littlebusyright now, Bandit!”

“You’re supposed to be my ride home.” I pointed out, but my voice, sadly, wasn’t as stern as I’d hoped.

“I’m giving someone else arideat the moment. Find your own way home!”

Well, that’s fucking gross.

“You’re fucking sick, Jess!”

I heard him laugh, but then sounds Ireallydidn’t want to hear started floating back through the door. I quickly walked the distance back to the elevators with Tom lagging behind.

“You’re both perverts.” I scolded the men as we all stepped into the elevator, heading down to reception. “But I would appreciate a lift home, so I forgive you both.”

They both snickered and led the way out of the building toward the lot out front. The armored SUV was more than a little ostentatious as it glinted in the sunlight. A blight against the relatively mundane landscape of cars that surrounded it.

Alonso held one of the rear doors open for me and I climbed in as both men took their seats with Tom taking the wheel.

I flicked open my purse and pulled out my phone from one of the interior pockets. I quickly typed off a message but hesitated a moment.

Just do it!

I took a heavy sigh and pressed ‘send’.

Me: I miss you.

The car slowly started pulling out of the parking lot and I focused on the movement of the vehicle instead of my heart-rate as it thundered in my ears. Would he even respond to my message? Or would it make him run for the hills?

Panic had me suddenly second-guessing myself and I started furiously trying to figure out how to unsend the message.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The phone dinged in my hand.

Marco: Miss you too. B home soon x

Relief so intense had me collapsing back into the seat.

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