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“Never heard of her before.”
Although my outward appearance doesn’t allude to my piqued interest, on the inside, I'm immensely intrigued. Usually, official government visits center around my empire, not my personal life.
Theresa splays her hand across her cocked hip, exposing a revolver holstered on her waist. “That’s interesting.” Her tone is as mocking as her smirk, “As Ms. Brahn seems to know you very well.”
“Everyone in this town knows who I am,” I reply, not attempting to take a nibble out of the bait she’s throwing out.
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot about your infamous reputation. Maybe seeing a photo of Ms. Brahn might jog your memory?” She places a photo onto my desk. “I understand it could be hard for you to recall the faces of themanywomen you've slept with.”
The smallest grin tugs my lips high. The photo Theresa presented is of Isabelle on the beach, wearing the microscopic black string bikini that almost had me falling to my knees when I first saw her in it. Nearly every inch of her beautiful curves is on display. My hands twitch in sync with my cock just from drinking in her seductiveness through a photo.
After tightening my jaw, I scrutinize the picture with more detail, while striving to keep my eyes off Isabelle’s provocative frame. Anytime I’m presented with something official, I pay careful attention to every minute detail because it's usually what you’re not looking at that should receive the most attention. Like the smallest guy in the group will most likely have the hardest punch, the quietest are usually the most ruthless. And obviously, the most beautiful women are the most scheming.
Ignoring the surge of blood pumping through my body, I scan the background of the photo. It was taken during our long weekend at the McGregor residence. Not only is the jetty and wooden boat shed in the background, so is Colby. Just from that minor detail, I unearth more knowledge about the FBI’s investigation into me than what Hunter, my head of security, has informed me.
After every detail of the photo is memorized, I return my eyes to Theresa. “There's no way I'd ever forget a woman who looks like this.” She exhales harshly as her eyes thin. Loving her annoyance, I add more salt to her wounds. “Perhaps you could do me a favor and pass my number on to Isabelle.”
“I'm sure you can locate her number in her tenant application.”
Theresa snatches Isabelle’s photo from my hand. Through slitted eyes, she shoves it into the black handbag hanging from her now-slumped shoulders. I devote my attention back to the document I was perusing before she interrupted me, struggling not to chuckle at her obnoxious reaction. Only once my office door being slammed shut sounds through my ears do I raise my burner phone to my ear.
“Boss.”
“Anything?” I ask curtly.
I hear a ruffle like someone is shaking their head. “Not a peep.”
I run my index finger over my brow. “Good. Keep a close eye on her.”
After disconnecting my call, I dial another number.
“Boss.”
“I need you to get me everything you can on a Ms. Theresa Veneto.”
“On it—”
“Hunter?”
“Yeah,” he replies over the sound of his hand scrubbing his thick beard.
“I need it today.”
CHAPTER11
ISABELLE
“Don’t scream, it’s me.”
My surprised eyes snap open as my heart constricts. I don’t need to roll over to know Isaac is slipping between the sheets of my bed. His delicious scent is filtering through my nostrils, sparking my senses. When he splays his hand across my stomach to pull me back, moisture burns my eyes. His cock is hot and heavy against my back, and his suit has been removed, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.
“Isabelle…” Isaac growls in warning when I attempt to roll onto my opposite hip. I want to express how sorry I am for everything that has happened. I want to explain why I lied to him. I’ll even shamelessly beg for forgiveness if required.
“No talking, not yet.” His teeth sink into my shoulder blade before his tongue lashes the puncture mark. “I need to taste you first, to have you underneath me. It’s been too long. I can’t wait any longer.”
Every nerve in my body tingles with anticipation. It’s only been four days since we last tangoed, but it feels more like a lifetime. It’s hard to explain, but this is us—we show our affection through sexual contact. Our love, our desires, our needs, they're reflected in the most intimate ways. So, with that in mind, I’ll forgo pleading for clemency and express my regret in a sexual nature.
Goosebumps pebble my skin when Isaac’s hand skims under my black silk camisole to cup my engorged breast. His talented fingers soon have my nipples erect and paying careful attention to every tweak he does. Excitement blasts through me, making me sticky and hot. I love how talented he is. He always ensures I'm thoroughly satisfied before he'll ever consider the possibility of getting himself off.
