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“Yes, we need a solution now. I agree.” Without missing a beat, he unzips his pants.

My jaw drops to the floor, he is not going to take his dick out for me to see. If he does that, I would be so appalled.

Instead, he holds my wrist and says, “Can I?”

Can he? Can he what? This is insane, and being the mad woman that I am, I nod yes since I can’t formulate words.

“Did you call the company?” How is he casually talking while he guides my hands inside of his pants?

It’s not tucked, he is just wearing good underwear, because my palms lift a heavy meaty package.

I did the only thing I could think of…I squeeze to see how girthy is his mirthy. Dear God, I didn’t just say mirthy. I hear a sharp inhale, and I can’t help but smile.

He removes my hand and re-zips his pants. “I think I can find a solution tonight.”

“You good?” he asks as he stares down at me.

Was I good? I’m dazed, and horny. “Yeah.” He moves away and begins talking again like my hand wasn’t just squeezing his dick.

My palm is still stretched opened in shock. Slowly I pull my hands for a sniff. He smells like he soaks in cologne. Reaching for the wine I gulp it all down.

“Let me get back to you,” Tarek ends his conversation, then say to me. “Who is your highest paying client and what did they pay?”

“That is confidential. How can I help?” my mind is happy for this conversation since I clearly needed something else to focus on other than his…girthy mirthy.

“I will pay you double of your highest pay if you can prevent a hacker from trying to steal my club’s information.”

I lean back into the chair, crossing my leg at the heel for balance. “That’s nearly one million.”

“I will pay you two,”

My eyebrows rise. “Why? What’s the catch?”

“We leave now. It’s my club called Nowhere, and I may or may not have a secret ledger that is literally the life blood of my club.”

This is becoming curiouser and curiouser. “A secret ledger filled with?”

“It wouldn’t be a secret if I were to tell you.”

I chuckle. “Well, I guess you will have to find a new company. This has been a beautiful evening, thank you for dinner.”

I begin to rise, the sound of the chair scrapes against the tile.

“Politicians, drug lords, businessmen to name a few, they whisper in the dark and I collect those whispers.”

“What do you do with those whispers?” I ask.

“What do you think I do Penelope?” there he goes again dropping the octave of his voice, being sexy.

“Blackmail, investments, selling information. Which by the way is dangerous.”

He shrugs. “I’m not denying or confirming your thoughts. Now do we have a deal?”

“Ethically that can’t be right,” I state.

“I’m not an observer of absolutist morality,” he states, leaning against the wall, as he slides his hand into his pockets.

Tarek has piqued my interest even more. “What does that even mean?”

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