Page 29 of Games We Play
“I never said that. Honestly, Sloan, if you want me to help you? I’m going to need more than a few million for my pet charity. You’ll have to do something personal for me, too.”
“Oh, because pumping five million into your LA charity for homeless teens isn’t personal enough?”
“No,it’s not. Maybe if my name were Jenny Bishop, but it’s not, now is it?”
“Don’t tell me you want me to fuck you again. You said so yourself. You’re not the cheating kind.”
“Youare?”
Sloan laughed. Maxine had no idea about Leah, but it didn’t make it any less funny. “Only the pearl-clutchers stuck in their holy books would think I’m cheating.” Her laughter almost killed her. “Anyway, what the fuck do you want, then?”
Maxine inhaled a steady breath and drummed those blood-red nails against the table. “Donate to my charity, and we’ll owe each other favors. My favor to you will be connecting you with some of my ‘friends.’ I’ll let you know what your favor is later.”
“Planning on dumping your girlfriend so soon?”
Maxine stood up and shimmied back into her traveling coat. Did she really think that winter in California was cold? This place was a dream compared to the blizzards Chicago saw. “Have a nice weekend, Sloan. Don’t let the drought parch you on your way out of my state.”
Sloan waited until Maxine had left before grabbing her own things and motioning for her bodyguard to follow her to the car outside, where Sean sat in the driver’s seat, ready to go to the private airstrip.
The company plane awaited her. Sloan had snuck out of her own Chicago penthouse to hop the Giles & Sloan plane back to the west coast. Her first stop was in southern California, where Maxine Woodward had agreed to speak with her privately.
Next stop? Portland. Where Leah impatiently waited.
It had been a long week. From the moment Leah’sYescame to Sloan’s phone, she had thought of nothing but repeating last Monday.I’ve packed in preparation this time.She had also changed up her look, because she always wanted Leah expecting the unexpected.
Sloan fixed her wig during takeoff. Sean sat in a leather chair toward the rear of the plane, while Sloan kept to herself on the loveseat. Neither of them buckled their seatbelts. That was reserved for the flight attendant, who kept both of her blue eyes on Sloan’s visage from where she sat by the cockpit.
Yeah, yeah, I remember you.Sloan was no stranger to this woman.Though you’re easier to recall naked than wearing that silly uniform.She had such an easy job, huh? Serve a couple of drinks, then get her ass to the bedroom. She probably wondered if Sloan would want her company today.
No. Not only was Sloan saving herself for Leah, a woman who was probably wet while she waited for her mistress’s text, but she had lost interest in the flight attendant after finding out she was servicingbothGiles & Sloan on their flights.I’d rather not stick my nose anywhere Aaron’s cock has been, thank you.
Aaron had no idea what his business partner was up to today. Not the trip to California, and certainly not the trip to Oregon.
Good. That was how it should be.
“I’m on my way, beautiful.”Sloan texted that as soon as they reached cruising altitude. Only a ninety-minute flight to Portland, and it would be an agonizing one.“Are you having a nice Saturday?
She hated how long it took to get a response.“It will be nicer when you get here.”
“I’ll let you know when we land.”Sloan sat back in her seat and, after making sure neither the flight attendant nor Sean could see her phone screen, went into her image folder and found the graphic selfies Leah had sent her earlier that week. The tastes, sounds, and smells of last Saturday night came flooding back to her mind as soon as she saw the best picture of all.
She glanced at Sean, who was deep in a book. These flights were one of the only times the man could let his guard down while on the job. At least it meant he wasn’t contemplating his boss’s upcoming booty call. He didn’t care. He was paid to go with her, so he went.
“Let’s play a game before I get there, honey,”Sloan texted.“It starts with you putting that bullet I gave you up your pussy exactly ten minutes before I land.”
Chapter 10
The most infuriating thing about waiting for Sloan to get the fuck off her planewasn’tthe sexual frustration Leah’s poor body faced. It was convincing the receptionist at the downtown hotel that, yes, Leah was the one authorized to enter Sloan’s room first. Couldn’t she see the name Leah Vaughn on the guest list?
“Miss… Vaughn…” The receptionist glanced at the baggy coat Leah wore over her inappropriate outfit. The black lingerie was on, not that anyone but her knew it. “I’m afraid that this room requires the primary guest’s signature before I can hand over the key, and since Ms. Sloan is not yet here…”
“She’s here now.” That was the voice that created all the shivers in the world. Leah spun around, expecting to see either the blond or the bald woman she called Margaret Sloan.
Instead, she received yet another visual treat.
Hair as black as a raven’s feathers fell past Sloan’s shoulders and swished with every movement of her feminine hips. A dark jacket with ruched sleeves and gold clasps balanced her ivory white blouse and silver stilettos creating a cacophonous scene in the middle of the hotel lobby. Only a few other guests loitered in the lobby at that time of day, but every one of them turned their heads or looked up from their phones to find the source of those powerful steps.
Sloan was exactly the kind of woman to soak up the attention. It helped that one of the middle-aged female guests in a complimentary office cubicle was slack jawed for more than a few seconds.Is she looking at me with envy?It was definitely envy after Sloan wrapped her arm around Leah and fluttered a butterfly kiss against her cheek. Fake eyelashes? Sloan must have spent her whole plane ride to Portland doing nothing but dressing up for this date.
