I, Porn Star(47)

Hell’s attraction grows as I sit there, my engine idling. Without taking my eyes off the large square window, behind which my perfect poison lies, I hit the call button on my steering wheel.

“Yes, Boss,” Fionnella, my homely ex-government operative and trusted team leader, responds. She’s been with me from the beginning; is the only one who knows Q’s identity and what the end game is. She also has a horse in this race, which keeps her motivated.

“Would you believe me if I apologized for calling you so late?” I enquire. Up above, I swear I see Lucky’s shadow cross the window, but I accept my mind is in full chaos mode and could be making shit up.

“I believe remorse may have crossed your mind for a second, sir.”

“If that counts, I’d appreciate an update.”

“The only update since we spoke this evening is the results of her blood work. No surprises to report. She’s healthy. Yours came back clean too.”

My cock, pleased with the news, stirs and twitches. I relax my head against the seat and cup my dick. My last memorable fuck was a twenty-four-hour bender with a Latina spitfire three weeks ago. She’d welcomed my darkness, and things may have gotten a little out of hand, not enough for me to lose every shred of sanity, but close enough.

The clean bill of health brings a spike of impatience. “I need pros and cons of moving the schedule forward by a week.”

“The set up at the property will be finished in forty-eight hours. The crew-vetting should also be done by Monday. Her birth control shot will be fully effective from Saturday.”

“All pros.”

“The cons depend on whether you intend to stay put for a while once you get to the property. She doesn’t have a passport and her fake ID is the worst I’ve seen. Even a tenth grader would spot the flaws a mile away. She’s not naïve, so I can only conclude she was desperate enough, for whatever reason, to accept the first one she came across.”

My cock thickens, and I breathe out. The part of me that should be ashamed for getting hard at the thought of her desperation is blissfully bankrupt enough not to get in the way of my hard on.

“If I need to take her out of the country, can you organize it?”

Fionnella sighs. “Of course, sir. But I’d appreciate as much advance notice as possible. I trust the people I work with, but I’m never comfortable with stuff to do with photos. Too much room for error.”

“You’ll have your notice.”

“Thanks.”

I hang up, pull my gaze from the window and ease my foot from the brake pedal.

Lucky may well fall through my cracks, but I intend the experience to be nothing short of memorable.





16



TAKE TWO



Fionnella’s text to me on Friday morning is the first warning that the dress rehearsal is over.

A driver will fetch you at seven pm. Be ready. Please ensure all the relevant ties are severed with discretion.

I read and reread the text, wondering if she believed me about Miguel. Perhaps she thinks we’re more than just co-workers? But the message makes me think of what to tell Sully. Granted, he never intimated his job offer would be permanent. He helped me out when I was in need. There will be a dozen others to take my place within a day.#p#分页标题#e#

But as I near Blackwood Tower, it’s neither Miguel nor Sully who occupy my mind. Today will be the last day I serve Quinn Blackwood. Will he invite me to lunch again, or will he request just coffee, like he did yesterday, instruct me to serve it at the sofa set in his office, and drink it while sitting far too close to me?

Even now, I recall the brush of his thigh against mine; the sandalwood and male musk that flowed from his skin. The way his lower lip curved on the cup, his strong throat as he swallowed.

He still hasn’t asked me for the favor I owe him. And he won’t get the chance after today. The thought produces a spike of regret that unnerves me more than I know is wise to allow.

It’s enough to make me contemplate a different scenario for myself. One where I return to Blackwood Tower in a month’s time, and ask Sully for my job back. But then in a month, provided the shit show of variables fall into place, I’ll be too busy finding a way to talk Clayton into sparing my life in return for one million dollars to think about Blackwood Tower. And I’ll be trying to do all that with Clayton without placing myself anywhere in his orbit.

Or divulging the secret that’s locked tight in my heart.

Provided I manage to jump all those hurdles, then yes, I might give returning to Blackwood Tower and asking for my job back a try, so I can go back to lusting after its unattainable and questionably unstable CEO.