Mia wrenched her mouth from his dick. “Pull over, pull over!”
Cruz slewed the truck to the grassy verge and shut off the engine. While the engine pinged, she came back down to finish the job. Without meaning to, he exploded into her mouth in a powerful, uncontrollable orgasm that stole his breath and made his entire body buck.
After several minutes, while both remained frozen in position, Mia righted herself. “Give me your shirt.”
Without comment, Cruz yanked his shirt over his head and handed it to her. She delicately wiped her mouth, then offered it back to him with a wicked glint in those glorious blue eyes.
“Thanks, but you keep it.”
“I’ll probably bronze the shirt and my dress to look at when I’m in the senior center one day. I’m going to slide way over here and hug this door. You drive. We’ll listen to some cool jazz for the rest of the drive, and not look or touch.”
How could a woman as powerful, as advantaged as Amelia Wentworth be so fucking adorable? “Yes, ma’am.” He turned on the radio.
“Oh, shit.” She jerked upright. “Did he just say Blush? Hang on—” Mia reached over to crank up the volume.
“Stock prices plummeted by more than seventeen percent after the FBI report became public earlier today. Megagiant cosmetics company Blush is under heavy fire after China Labor Watch released their findings after a six-month investigation in conjunction with the FBI and the National Crime Agency. Child endangerment—pornography—exploitation. After a massive fire knocked out half the factory building, killing hundreds of children this week.”
Shaking her head, Mia turned the radio off, and muttered, “I don’t have a damned factory in freaking China!” Without being asked, Cruz handed her his phone. “Thanks.”
“Who are you calling?”
“Todd. . . . What the hell’s going on?” she snapped when her cousin answered. “Calm down. Just calm down. This is just a misunderstanding. . . . Okay, I hear you. But I didn’t know anything until thirty seconds ago. Just heard the news. No, I know we don’t, so how could the FBI and these other regulatory groups get it so wrong? We don’t. You know we don’t.” She paused to listen. “That’s impossible. What’s Legal doing? Damn it! You’re scaring the crap out of me, Todd. I’m coming home to deal with this.”
Over his dead fucking body. Cruz heard the cousin argue with her. Not the words, but the tone was clear. “My life. Of course someone wants the stock prices to plummet. If I’m discredited—”
Todd voiced his opinion. Cruz wished he could hear more than blah-blah-blah. He’d like to be a fly on the wall for the whole convo, but he certainly got the gist.
Confirmation that Blush didn’t have, nor had they ever had, a factory in China. Someone was working damn hard to discredit not only Amelia Wentworth personally but the ethical standards of Blush as a company.
This was confirmation that someone wanted her dead. And since Cruz knew for a fact the hit was still in effect, why discredit the company at the same time?
Because that someone wanted to buy Blush at a bargain-basement price and get their biggest obstacle out of the way at the same time?
She moved the phone from her ear. “Okay if I give Todd this number?”
“You called him. He has it.”
“Right.” She rubbed her forehead. “Davis and Kent overnighted the paperwork today.” She was back to talking to the cousin. “I’ll get it back to them by Saturday. Then none of this will matter.” Mia pressed two fingers between her eyes. “I had to. If I hadn’t given them my location, I’d have had to come home— Dear God, they do? Of course they do—they think I’m a criminal! They might know I’m somewhere near— Fine. I’m not telling you where. A major city, and nobody knows what name I’m using here. It’s a big place.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and a pulse throbbed at the base of her throat as her cousin talked. “Yes. Of course I will. Use the apartment if you want to. Even you have to sleep eventually. Call me at this number if anything changes. Love you.”
Closing her fingers around the phone, she sat clutching it for several minutes in silence as Cruz ate up the miles to the house. “Blush doesn’t have a factory in China.”
“So you said.”
“My name is on the factory building’s lease, in a city I’ve never even heard of. The press have ‘proof’ I visited China. They have a copy of my passport with the travel stamps ‘proving’ I visited on numerous occasions.” She used the phone to rub her temple. “They’ve closed down all my business there pending the investigation. For God’s sake, this doesn’t make any kind of sense. My legal people are working on it. Todd and my personal staff are still at the office. He said it’s chaos. Thank God he thrives under chaos. Even my ditzy stepmother is there ‘helping.’ ”