A Wicked Game(5)

Ariana and Scarlett sucked in their breaths.

“Oh shit.” Claire covered her mouth.

Vivienne narrowed her eyes at her. “What are you planning to do?”

Tori’s smile grew into a wide grin. She extracted his driver’s license and credit cards from the wallet. “Let’s just say payback’s a bitch. His words, not mine.”





Chapter Four





“I didn’t know you had issues.” Ethan pushed the black gift wrap to the side and stared at the contents inside a small box.

Jack’s head came up, a crease between his brows. He zeroed his gaze on his friend, who was sitting on the other side of his desk. “Problems with what?”

Ethan pressed his lips together. “Dude, if some people here in the office see this, they may end up having nightmares or going straight to HR to complain that their Chief of Staff is a naughty man.”

Jack reached for the box. “What the fuck?” A penis pump lay in the middle of the box. “Who the fuck sent this?”

“Isn’t there a note or something in there?” Ethan gestured.

“No,” Jack replied.

Ethan reached for the gift wrap and found a small envelope attached to it. He opened it and removed the note. “To Jack,” he read. “Drive yourself wild pumping a longer erection with your new best friend. From, Jack.” Ethan grinned, glancing up at him. “It even has a kiss.”

Jack sprang to his feet. “You’re shitting me.” He snatched the note from his friend. He reread it several times, trying to make sense of it.

“Are you okay, dude?” Ethan studied him. “Hey, listen. I didn’t know you played for the other team. It’s all right. You know my lips are sealed until you’re ready to come out.”

Jack shook his head, staring at his friend. “Fuck. I’m not gay.”

“Okay, who is Jack?”

“How the fuck should I know?” He threw the note inside the box and closed it as Ethan tossed the black gift wrap in the trashcan under Jack’s desk.

Jack had left his wallet in his jacket at the beach house. He’d gone to retrieve it only to be informed by the cleaning lady there was nothing there. She’d taken him to the room to show him. Even the handcuffs were gone.

He made a sound. This had Tori’s name written all over it.

A knock sounded from the door and his assistant walked in. “Jack, this just came for you.” She placed an arrangement of chocolate-dipped fruit on his desk. She cast a glance at the box and slid her gaze to the wrap in the trash can. “I know today isn’t your birthday. Is there a special occasion you need my help with?”

Ethan let out a loud laugh.

Jack glared at him and then turned to his assistant. “No. Thanks, Brandy.”

She nodded.

Two consecutive knocks sounded from the door and a security guard barged in. “Brandy, I didn’t see you at your desk.” He stood by the door, holding an arrangement of red roses along with the biggest teddy bear Jack had ever seen.

“Oh, this is rich.” Ethan looked from Jack to Brandy to the guard.

“This just came for you, sir.” The guard took a couple of steps toward Jack. “Where would you like me to put this?”

Dammit. “Nowhere. Why don’t you give it to your daughter?” he said, raking a hand through his hair.

The man shrugged. “I don’t have a daughter.”

“Give it to your girlfriend,” Jack said.

“Don’t have one of those either,” the guard said through a tight-lip smile.

Jack let out a heavy sigh. “Throw it away. Do with it whatever you want, just get it out of my sight.”

His desk phone rang and Brandy motioned the guard to the door. She picked up the handset and answered the call. “Jack Bloomberg’s office.” She glanced at Jack.

Jack lifted his brow in question.

“It’s your credit card company. They believe you may be a victim of fraud,” she said, concern in her voice.

“No shit.” He pressed the button on his wireless headset. “This is Jack.”

Brandy looked at him, then Ethan, and walked out of his office. He wouldn’t blame her if she thought him crazy. After fifteen minutes on the phone, Jack hung up and grabbed his jacket.

“Let me get this straight. You know the thief who stole your info?” Ethan asked.

“Unfortunately, I do.”

“Why don’t you find her?”

Jack slid his arms through his jacket. “It’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t even know where to start looking.” Jack paused. “On second thought, my lawyer just got busy. I’ll find her if it’s the last thing I do.”