Page 30 of Treason's Temptation
“Nothing much. It’s slow around here today.”
“Good, then it shouldn’t be a problem getting Navie added to the security system.”
“There’s no problem a bad bitch can’t solve, and you definitely got one. Hey, beautiful,” Rylo waved dramatically, chomping on gum, making my ears ring.
Navie was too busy twisting and turning her neck like a feature on Bop It, taking in the lobby. Rylo’s comment was hersole reason for being here. I had a problem, and I was convinced there wasn’t much Navie couldn’t solve if she tried other than getting over on me.
“She’ll need the works.”
“The works?” Rylo popped his lips, eyebrows bouncing, because he was nosey as fuck.
If Rylo were a dog, his ears would be standing straight up. I had never given a woman complete access to my crib.
“That means you’re sticking around, huh?”
“Navie, this is Rylo, the concierge.”
“Security Liaison!” Rylo corrected with attitude, “Get my title correct.”
“He’s good at his job, just nosey as fuck. Speaking of which, what you got for me?”
“Fallon dropped by earlier, but I’m sure you already know that.”
“So why don’t you tell me something I don’t know?”
Rylo extended his hand, and I knew what time it was. He didn’t do anything for free, but I could respect it. Digging in my pocket, I grabbed a few bills while Navie remained at my side, giving the building more attention than the conversation.
“Miss Johnson restricted her husband’s access this morning.”
“Why?”
Rylo rolled his eyes, “She was sobbing too damn hard to give the full story, but something about another woman. You know you dog ass nigga’s can’t be trusted. Be careful, girl,” Rylo said, tossing a hand toward Navie.
“Keep talking shit and yo’ ass will be back bussing tables for extra money.”
“Anyway! I'll let you know when I find out the rest,” Rylo confirmed.
Nodding, I guided Navie to the elevator. Once inside, she turned and insisted, “I need to go home.”
Her voice was so soft I almost missed it. I pretended I had done so until we reached the top floor.
“Do you hear me, Treason? I need to go home.” The elevator opened, snatching, watching, she was about to say. I stepped around her inside, and after a moment, she followed but didn’t leave the foyer while I headed for the kitchen. “Treason!”
“You are home. I had Fallon put your things in the guest room. It’s the first door on the right.”
Navie moved down the hallway in disbelief, shoving the door open. In seconds, she was back in the hallway with dark-rimmed eyes.
“You moved my stuff out of my apartment! Are you fuckin’ crazy?”
It sounded crazy to cancel her lease and move her belongings, but Navie was a fighter. Shutting down every escape route was essential for my plan to work. Plus, I needed to keep a close eye on her. With my busy schedule, it was easier to accomplish that here.
“Only when I have to be. How often that happens is on you.”
“I agreed to play your girlfriend! Not be treated like a slave.”
“That’s an insult comparing marble floors and a panoramic view to a fuckin’ plantation.”
“Just because it’s luxurious doesn’t make it any less of a prison. For all this, you could’ve left me at the station!” she yelled, her frustration getting the best of her.
