I shrug.
“How do you know I’m not?”
“Because you’re the man that prides himself on the fact that he doesn’t have to pay to get a woman in his bed. Or has that suddenly changed?”
“Maybe I was just being adventurous.”
“So I’m assuming if I hadn’t walked into the room, you would have taken that pretty little redhead to bed last night?”
“Maybe I would have.”
She purses her lips and narrows her eyes as the same anger and jealously that was the catalyst for last night returns. I can’t help but smirk in amusement.
Stupid woman. Doesn’t she know that she’s spoiled me? That no other woman is able to compare to her. That even if I could bring myself to being with another woman, I’d only be thinking of her.
Finally, I respond, “Ensuring a future alliance.”
That’s not a lie. But it’s also not the complete truth either. In a way, blackmailing Traviswasensuring a future alliance. But now I don’t care about blackmailing Travis. He’s going to die. That said, I’m sure I’ll find some other purpose for the video I hope I’ve gotten of him fucking or being fucked by another man. Fuck, I hope it’s him being fucked. Either way would ruin him, but to let himself be fucked would be so much worse for him.
Before Dele can ask more about that, I say, “So what’s your plan?”
“Well, it was to entice him and get him alone but that’s not going to work now since—”
“Since I forbid anyone to touch you this weekend.”
“Right.”
“No issue. We can still get it out of him.”
“Without killing and torture. We don’t need Pray suspecting anything.”
“Well, that sends my plan out the window.”
I’d already come up with a way to possibly force the information out of Harp and then make his death look like a tragic accident from being too adventurous in the bedroom. Would have been fun. And a death setup I’ve surprisingly never had the chance to arrange before.
Then I ask, “What’s your plan then?”
Dele takes a moment to contemplate before she looks at me with a smirk and asks, “You think Mr. Harp would be up for a threesome with the infamous Adrian Blake and the pretty little thing who’s great at her job after all?”
“Maybe?” Then, “But as interesting as it was, I didn’t think you’d be up for a repeat of last night. Especially not if another man joined in.”
“As if you would let them.”
She’s right. I wouldn’t. I’d sooner kill Harp and not get the information that we need than let that man’s slimy hands touch Dele. Consequences be damned. Just like I would have last night if Harp had insisted even after I laid my claim.
Dele continues, “We won’t even have to get that far. We just need to get him alone so he’ll drink my little mind-altering cocktail.”