“Good for us that they do.”
“Okay, so we know who the girl is. What now?”
“Now,” she said, taking her phone out and grinning at me, “we give her a call.”
Before I could argue, she tapped something and put the phone on speaker. I stared at her as it rang, a surprised smile playing on my lips.
Alexa had fucking balls. I didn’t know what she was up to, but I loved that she was willing to just go for it. No bullshit, no discussion. Frankly, it made my cock a little hard watching her take control.
Finally, on the third ring, a young woman answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Marla Stone? Is this Marla Stone?” Alexa said. She’d disguised her voice slightly, speaking a bit lower, making her sound older.
“Yes, but I’m not interested.”
“Marla,” Alexa said quickly, “this is Sheila Porter from the Celeb Web Daily. Do you know our site?”
There was a pause on the other end. “No. I haven’t heard of it.”
“Well, Marla, we’ve heard of you. We’ve heard that you can get certain pictures of some famous people in the area, that you’re the girl to go to for this sort of thing.”
She was silent for a second, and I thought it was actually going to work. But after a few tense heartbeats, Marla spoke.
“I don’t do that anymore.”
“Anymore? We pay real well, Marla.”
“Don’t call here again. I don’t do that sort of thing. I never have.”
“Marla, you just said—”
But she hung up.
I raised my eyebrow at her. “That’s it?”
“Damn,” Alexa said, dropping her fake voice. “I thought she would go in for it.”
“It was a nice try. I thought she was going to take the bait for a second.”
“She did seem really nervous though, didn’t she?”
I nodded. “Like she had something to hide.”
“Damn, damn, damn,” she said. I laughed at her frustration.
“Okay then, you had your attempt. Now we can try things my way?”
“Fine. What do you have in mind?”
“I say me and you go and pay Marla Stone a little fucking visit.”
Alexa looked at me for a second, her eyebrow cocked, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked so damn fucking sexy. I wanted to reach out and grab her, pull her against me, bite that pouty little lip of hers, fuck her right there on the bench press machine.
Instead, she just nodded.
“Okay. We’ll play it your way.”
“Good. You’ll like it my way.”
She just rolled her eyes and headed back upstairs.
The girl was driving me insane. I knew what she wanted and how badly she wanted it, but she was gong to dance away every time I got too close to that delicious pussy of hers.
It didn’t matter. It’d be mine soon enough.
And anyway, I was having fun. Sure, it was taking up a lot of my time, and that shit wasn’t a game. It had some real fucking consequences. Even still, I lived for real consequences, lived to do dangerous shit. I wanted to live fast and faster, never slowing down, and I wanted to bring Alex along for that ride.
Or I wanted her to ride me. Either way worked just fine.
13
Alexa
I was pretty frustrated that my little phone call ruse hasn’t worked at all, especially because of the smug look on Cole’s face as I climbed into the car.
After Marla had seen through me, Cole went up to take a shower and I was tasked with finding her address. Finding exactly where someone lived should have been harder than it was, but it didn’t take me very long.
But what the hell was I doing anyway? I wasn’t the type of girl to hunt someone down. Then again, I wasn’t the type of girl to marry a stranger, to want her stepbrother, or to get blackmailed, but apparently I could do all those things. Maybe I was moving away from the normal, boring person I used to be.
I felt a thrill at that thought. Maybe it was okay to take my life into my own hands. I couldn’t just sit back and hope for someone to save me; I had to step up and do something about my situation. Cole wasn’t going to just take care of everything on his own, although I was sure he would have if I let him.
No, I didn’t need Cole. I didn’t need anybody. Or maybe I did, but not in the way that I used to think.
“Know where we’re going?” he asked.
I nodded, holding up my phone to show him the GPS directions. “Let’s do this.”
He laughed and pulled out into traffic. I slipped sunglasses on to help with the glare from the slowly setting sun.
“What’s the plan, then?” I asked him.
“Plan?”
“Yeah, you know, the thing we’re going to do when we get there.”