Page 71 of Wicked Attraction

“Have a nice day and get the fuck out.”

Beck stared at me for a long time, probably wondering what Jasper or Sadie had on me to garner such loyalty. Or maybe she was just trying to figure out why I wouldn’t help her. Either way, she stared long and hard. “This isn’t over.”

I smiled and waved as she stormed out of Midnight Mass. Once her government-issued sedan was out of sight, I forwarded the recording to Jasper’s phone.

Why?

Because fuck that bitch.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

Jasper

“Keep your bitch away from me.”

Drama. Women came with so much fucking drama. That was why I didn’t have one.

When my phone buzzed with Mo’s number, I expected an offer of a midday blow job, maybe a repeat of the shower this morning, not an angry text message with an audio file attached.

I stared at the message for a long time, trying to figure out what or who had pissed her off in the hours between the shower and her showing up for her shift.

The waitresses were all flirty because I was the boss. The young, wealthy, single boss. They weren’t above trying to get a piece of me. Mo wasn’t the jealous type, though. Not usually.

Maybe it’s baby hormones.That had to be it. It was the only thing that made fucking sense in a world that made no sense lately.

I tapped the audio file, curious about what had pissed her off. The minute I heard Agent Beck’s voice, I heard her talk about how she fucked me and rode my cock. How we would kill Mo because she wasn’t important to the family. All kinds of bullshit that was nothing but lies.

Mo had to know they were all lies. Didn’t she?

I didn’t have time to hold her hand or deal with her emotions, not while I had a clearly insane FBI agent stalking my every move. Beck was clearly out of her fucking mind to say that shit out loud to an employee of all people. She needed to be dealt with.

Now.

I picked up the phone and called the one person I needed with me. “Terry. You around?”

He laughed. “Yeah, just pulled into the parking lot. Mo took off, but Hulu said she’s here.”

“Her shift starts in a few minutes, so she should be. Stay in the car. We’re going for a ride.”

“I’m out front.”

I was on my feet before the call ended, eager to put an end to Agent Beck and her bullshit. I grabbed my jacket because men in suits were easy to ignore in this town and made my way through the restaurant.

“Mo.”

She turned with a bored expression on her face. “Yeah?”

“Thanks.” I patted the breast pocket where I kept my phone, filled with gratitude that she was the one who gave me what I needed to get Beck off my back for good. One way or the other.

Mo shrugged and turned back to the bar where she stacked shot glasses and beer mugs on a tray. I waited a second, but she never did turn around.One more thing to deal with. Later.

“Where are we headed?” Terry pressed the gas before I could answer.

“The long stay hotel Agent Beck calls home.”

Terry wiggled his blond eyebrows. “Business or pleasure?”

“Business I’m gonna take great fucking pleasure in.” I told him about the recording and played it for him. “Got everything I need to get what I want.”

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