Page 39 of Intense
“My boyfriend, James. We’re so in love. Isn’t he drop-dead gorgeous?” I tease.
His jaw ticks. He glances back down at my phone.
“I suppose. I didn’t have you down for dating a model.”
“And what the hell does that mean?”
I cross my arms over my chest, clenching my fists.
“Nothing against you. Moreover, they would never be able to handle a woman as intelligent or powerful as you.”
Before I can reply, he’s on his phone typing away frantically. And just like that, I’m invisible again.
Shaking my head, I shove my headphones in and let this man’s glorious accent calm me enough for my eyes to close.
Hopefully I can nap.
That’ll kill time.
Chapter 15
FINN
Istay behind in the casino at the front desk while the rest of my department are shown to their rooms.
With a whiskey in hand, I glance around at all the people gambling their money away like it’s nothing.
“Dr. Quinn,” a deep Russian voice booms from behind.
I turn, coming face-to-face with the masked Mikhail. His dark eyes cut straight through me.
I hold out my hand and he shakes it firmly.
“Mr. Volkov. Great to see you again.”
“Same goes to you.”
He hands me a white card.
He’s the King of Vegas, owning nearly all of the casinos and hotels. They’re also part of the same organization as us through Enzo.
We help them get their drugs and arms in—and vice versa.
The Volkov family is a good contact to have in your back pocket.
“Penthouse suite. 20th floor. Stunning views. Stocked bar. If you need anything, call either Jax or Alexei.”
I nod.
Jax, I know well. He helps Conan with his MMA training. Alexei, I’ve only met briefly. He’s fucking hilarious but half mad at this point. Still, he’s loyal to the death for the Volkovs. He reminds me of the twins.
“I don’t expect any issues. We’re just here for an award ceremony.”
As I finish my sentence, I spot her. A flash of silky black hair in the distance, and that’s enough to anchor my gaze.
Her hair is twisted up in a messy bun, those bright red lips, and sinful thighs are poured into tight leather pants.
Fuck.
