Page 10 of Room Twenty-Three: Tangled & Teased

“He wasn’t,” I agree.

“Atty...” Erin draws out his name. “Where have I heard that name before?”

Atty stares at her for a moment before he turns to me and grunts. “I was being professional. Beau called to say he found the client, and she was safe.”

Erin clears her throat. “Will you just tell me what the hell is going on? Who are you? My father just wants me to lie low for a while.”

I wave my palm at the sofa and chairs around the coffee table at the far end of my office. “Take a seat,” I say.

Erin swallows and gives an awkward smile. “It sounds serious.”

“It is.”

“My name is Jove, and the man you already know is Atty and this is Beau,” I say, nodding to my right.

“Jove...” Her eyes look between all of us. Her mouth opens and closes slowly as realization dawns. “This is where Lia was staying?”

I nod.

“Okay,” she says. Her gaze locks on me as she finally sits.

“We have to go to America for work and then to France. We believe you will be safe there, but we’ve organized a new identity using your current passport.”

“A new identity,” she whispers.

“Your surname. If they are looking for you. They’ll be looking for a girl called Erin Parks who lives in England, not Erin Silver,” Beau says.

“Silver?” She pauses. “This is ridiculous. Nobody wants to kill me.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because I just blend into the background.”

Atty growls. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Erin looks at him and squeaks and I wonder exactly what went on with Atty and Erin.

“We have your father’s permission to take you wherever we go,” Beau says.

Her palm raises, and she points her finger. “I’m not leaving.”

“Then we’ll tie you up. We have a private plane. The pilot is used to us taking people bound and gagged,” I say.

Erin gulps. Her legs push together, and I think I might have found her kink.

“And if I have to do that, I’ll spank your ass while you’re bound,” I say, testing her reaction.

“And now you know all of Jove’s kinks.” Atty laughs.

Erin turns a gorgeous shade of pink.

Beau clears his throat. “And we now know Jove is into more than voyeurism.”

Erin squeaks as her eyes widen.

“Are you walking on the plane?” I ask, trying to keep a straight face. “Or...”

She swallows and thinks for a little while, before finally saying, “I’ll walk.”

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