Page 32 of Grimm
I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door. I hated coming in here, especially alone. My colleague, Carson Bradley, was an asshole. The way he looked at women made your skin crawl. Although, on a scale of one to ten, he was a twenty in the creepiness factor, the man was a damn good lawyer. If anyone had any information on the Bianchis, it would be him.
“Come in!”
I released another breath and then plastered the sweetest smile on my face I could muster under the circumstances. I was getting ready to sell my soul to the Devil to help Tavish, and he’d better damn well appreciate it after all this shit was over.
Pulling my shoulders back, I ran my hands down my bright yellow pencil skirt, pushed the door open, and lightly closed it behind me. Carson was a breast man. No matter what I wore, his eyes always zeroed in on my double D breasts before focusing on where they should. Today would be no different because I’d made sure to pair my pencil skirt, which highlighted my hips and dark skin, with a slightly transparent white silk blouse.
“Carson,” I called out to him in my sweetest voice.
“Regina,” he leaned back in his chair as his eyes slowly raised from my chest to meet mine, “have a seat.”
I walked toward the chair in front of his desk and put a little more sway into my hips. And, of course, he noticed. His pink tongue darted out across his thin lips as he perused my frame.
“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
He nodded. “What can I help you with today?”
He was easily distracted. I could get anything out of him I wanted if I played up to his desire for any female walking the face of the Earth.
Carson wasn’t a bad-looking guy. If he didn’t give off perv vibes, he would have been what most women considered handsome—tall, dark hair, chiseled jawline, nice muscular body, and classic black wayfarer glasses like the ones Clark Kent wore in Superman. But his perv tendencies superseded all his good looks.
“What do you have on the Bianchi Syndicate?” I asked, getting straight to the point. Although Carson could give me the answers I needed, no way in hell was I going to stay in here longer than I needed.
“Why?” he asked, still mesmerized by my chest.
I leaned forward just a little, and my blouse fell open, giving him a perfect view of the swell of my breasts and the top of my black lace bra.
“Because I received an anonymous tip that we may have a judge on their payroll. I want to confirm it before I move on the intel.”
“Hmm.” He ran his hand through his black hair. “What judge?”
“Can’t tell you. I’m keeping this close until I can confirm the information I received. I don’t want to end an innocent person’s career or my own if this information doesn’t pan out.”
“What do I get if I help you, Regina?”
I stood, walked the short distance to his desk, and placed both my hands on top. He leaned back in his chair and looked into my eyes. The way the man leered at me like he wanted to throw me on top of the desk was unnerving, but I’d play the part if it got me what I wanted.
“What would you like, Carson?” I arched my brow and plastered the sexiest smile I could on my face.
He licked his lips, and once again, his eyes zeroed in on my breasts, then back to my face. “A date.”
The corners of my mouth tipped up. “How about we start with coffee?”
“Coffee?” he repeated, his shoulders deflating a little.
I nodded. “Yes, coffee. That’s all I have time for these days, Carson,” I said, trying to lessen the blow to his ego. “I’m swamped with the Valenti case.”
I didn’t want to go on a date or have coffee with Carson, but I hated using people, even creeps. So, I could compromise. However, I wasn’t sure how Tavish would handle the compromise even if it did help with his father’s case.
He sighed before a wide grin split his face. “According to the FBI, the Bianchis have been targeting Sin City territory by using underage prostitutes.”
And the only way they would know was if someone was undercover in the syndicate or Sin City.
Shit!
“Have you heard anything about a judge being on Bianchi’s payroll?”
His brows furrowed. “No, I haven’t. But I also haven’t been briefed in over a month now. Not sure why.”
