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“Why not?” I asked.
She swung her legs around to sit on the edge of the lounge chair, facing me. “Randolph’s like a rich guy who spends all his time feeding his fucking addictions. Jasper’s the one who keeps the money flowing. But I don’t think he knows his father like he thinks he does.”
“Well, what doesn’t he know?” I asked, keeping my excitement under wraps. I was hoping she would reveal the one secret that would make the rest of my investigation much easier.
She checked over both shoulders again then brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, “I can’t tell you. But it’s bad, very bad.”
I put my mouth to her ear. “How bad is it?”
She leaned back and shook her head. “I’ve already said too much.”
Silence fell between us for a moment, but since I had her talking, my curiosity wanted to be fed some more. So I asked where she was from and more about her parents. Our stories weren’t that dissimilar. She was from a trailer park in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Her mother would go from one man to another, all of whom would abuse the both of them. Then one day, she escaped her hellhole when she started working for an online call-girl service. Randolph Christmas solicited her services when he’d come to town on business.
“He kept me around longer than he normally kept girls because I reminded him of his favorite actress.”
“Marilyn Monroe,” I guessed.
“Bingo,” she said. “Then one day, he couldn’t get it up for me anymore, so I started fucking his sons and business associates.” Her tone was so frank.
Silence fell again.
I picked at a loose string on the hem of my bikini bottom. “Randolph Christmas in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I wonder what he was doing there.”
Gina rose to her feet and stood over me.
I looked up at her.
“He stayed at my apartment a lot, but on most occasions…” Then she whispered an address in my ear before strolling off.
I took note of it in my head.
I sat at the pool for a while to think. I was on the precipice of something big. I had been there before in the case of the Howsleys. All it had taken was one radical element to give me the key I needed to unlock their vault of secrets. I believed Gina had just handed me the key. Jasper would be watching me like a hawk. I couldn’t leave, go to Chattanooga, and come back. I needed to ask someone I could trust to do it, and I knew exactly who to call. My cell phone was still in my bedroom, so I got up quickly, went into the changing room to put on my clothes, and hurried back to get the ball rolling.
Chapter Twelve
When I returned to my room, I encountered Spencer Christmas lying on top of my bed. His shirt was off, his athletic pants were on, and he had an erection the size of a ripe cucumber.
I recalled what Gina had told me regarding the way he liked it. From the beginning, I had played into his hands by being shocked and put off by his vulgarity. My previous reactions were why I was standing there, staring at his humongous erection.
So I steadied my breaths and went right into full-control mode before slamming the door. His eyes widened with awareness.Good, Holly. Very good.
I took off my coat and threw it on the bed beside him. “I assume you’re here to give me what I need.”
He was smirking naughtily again and pointing two fingers at his dick. “You can just sit on it. It’s ready for you.”
“The problem is…” I strolled to the side of the bed and stood over him as I took off my shirt. His eyes grew wide, and his Adam’s apple bobbed at the sight of my tits in my bra. I twisted my shirt until it was in the form of a rope. “I’m going to need your hands behind your back so you won’t touch me. No licking. No biting. I fuck you and not the other way around.”
It was such a relief to see the cucumber start to deflate. My taking charge was working.
Spencer sat up. “What do you mean by no biting?”
“You strike me as someone who likes to bite.”
His eyes narrowed. “Who told you that?”
“You think I haven’t run into guys like you before?” I asked, even though I’d never run into guys like him.
He was now off my bed and on his feet. “You’re crazy.”
