Page 51 of Enthrall
“Not on my watch.” He flipped open the trash bin with his foot and dramatically threw it in.
“Hey!”
“How often are you eating like that?”
“Um...every night, kind of.”
“I feel like I’ve just stepped into a William Burroughs’ novel.”
“A what?”
“Naked Lunch,” he said and on my reaction added, “It’s a book. Adapted for film.” He waved his hand as though bored with explaining.
“Why are you here?”
“We have a VIP client who arrived in from Sicily earlier today.” Cameron shook his head in frustration. “Senator MarcelloDeLuca.”
I tried to work out why he’d want to share this with me.
“Richard’s not answering his phone either,” he said.
“I’ll text him.” I made my way across the room and reached into my bag.
Cameron took my phone out of my hand. “He’s probably busy.”
“He won’t mind.” I reached for it.
He hid it behind his back. “I have a present for you.” He raised the bags with his other hand.
Annoyed he thought I’d be distracted with shopping bags, I reached for my phone again and caught sight of the Manolo Blahniks insignia on the other one.
“These are for you?” he said.
“Me?” I stepped back.
“How would you like to earn some overtime?”
“I can’t tonight, sorry.”
“I’ll make it double time.” He frowned at my PJs. “Like you have other plans.” He tucked my phone back into my handbag. “Come to dinner. Help me entertain the Senator.”
“Have you tried Scarlet?”
“She’s in Vegas.”
“Lotte?”
“My client’s conservative.”
“What does that mean?”
“Lotte’s not his type.”
I pulled a face. “Penny?”
“She’s at a movie premier with a client. A film producer.” He held out the bags. “I’m one step ahead of you.” He handed them to me.
Peering inside at the little black dress, I wondered how he knew my size. Inside the other bag was a shoe box.
