Page 3 of Filthy Desire

Gio held up his hand and she stopped talking.

“Vincent, take her downstairs to the club and get her what she needs. Stay with her for a while. Then let her go,” Gio ordered. “But I’m keeping this.” He held up her phone.

“But I need my phone, man! I gotta work.”

Gio shook his head and noticed that Roman was standing at the door.

“You’re lucky to be leaving here alive. Give me your passcode,” Gio stated calmly. “Or I’ll have Vincent here do some damage to your face. And that might make finding your next job rather difficult.”

The woman trembled and nodded. After she gave up her passcode, Gio tested it and he nodded at Vincent.

Vincent hauled her up and out of the room as Roman slipped into his office.

“That’s a surprise. Normally the women are well vetted and do as their told.”

Gio nodded. “This appointment with the agency owner, is it by phone?”

“Yes. I figured that’s what you’d prefer.”

“No. I want to speak to this Kara Delaine face to face. I’m paying hundreds of thousands of dollars a year for high quality women, and she sends me an addict with the fucking shakes. She’s got a shit load of explaining to do.”

“I’ll get hold of her and set it up.”

“Now Roman. I want to talk to her now!” Gio yelled.

“On it, boss.”

Roman left the office and Gio sat back in his chair, taking a deep breath to calm his temper.

Picking up the woman’s phone, he entered the passcode and perused her messages and pictures. He discovered her name was Sara and that she lived on the Upper East Side with two roommates. He glanced through her browser history.

The photos were mainly New York hot spots including nightclubs, bars, and restaurants. A few pics at someone’s private party and a fashion show. And of course, the pictures of his bedroom. He deleted those.

She also had several text messages. One from her handler at the agency giving her the instructions for tonight, another text from her drug dealer who refused to give her anything until she paid her growing tab, one from a friend, and one from her sister.

He spent over an hour looking through every item on her phone, including social media, but it was all about fashion and beauty. Nothing nefarious. She likely wasn’t a spy. Just an addict with poor self-control and bad judgement.

Still, he’d have Roman wipe her phone.

Gio’s phone buzzed.

“Yes?” Gio answered.

“Kara Delaine is here,” Roman replied.

“Send her in.”

Gio was looking forward to this conversation. He was going to take all his goddamn frustration out on Kara Delaine. Then he’d hit a club and find an eager woman. The day was shitty so far, but it wasn’t over yet. Gio wasn’t one to give up or admit defeat. And he always got what he wanted.

A minute later, there was a knock on his door.

“Enter!” Gio yelled as he checked his phone and replied to a few messages.

The door opened and Gio stood up, buttoning his navy suit jacket.

“Kara Delaine,” Roman announced.

The first thing Gio noticed about the woman entering his office was her unusual green eyes, so pale they were almost translucent.

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