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“I’m sorry, Ms.Kyst,” Johann cut her off.“But aren’t you here to hear our pitch?”
“I’ve been briefed,” Roxie said, taking her hand.“I’m up to speed.”
Last night?That was a pitch meeting?And Rourke hadn’t told her?Of course not, just like him.Not that he was who she’d believed him to be.
“And you’re…”
“In?”Roxie asked.“Yes, we all are.”
“You’re Zairn Lomond’s contact?”Franco asked, wearing a frown.“I don’t get it.”
“No one does,” Roxie said.“But be assured, I do make contact with him… regularly.”The flirtation of innuendo in that last word put smiles on the women’s faces.The men still looked confused.“Are you worried we weak women are too poor and unconnected to help your cause?”
“No!”Johann was quick to say.“No, I didn’t mean—”
“The men we have sex with allow us access to their bank accounts.Otherwise, we wouldn’t have sex with them.And they like sex.All of them.Especially sex with us… though not collectively.Unless you believe everything you read.”She sighed.“We also have access to their Rolodexes.”Roxie frowned and turned to Lilya.“That wasn’t right.No one uses that word anymore.”
“No,” Lilya said, smiling at her friend.“But Zairn wouldn’t deny you anything, and it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve swiped his phone.”
“It would not.Easiest to do when I’m playing with his cock.”These were her kind of ladies.“So worry not, new friends.We can get a party started.Whatever Huddle Hope needs, one of us will find whoever we need.We have contacts in New York too.LA.Chicago.Seattle.All over really.”Roxie’s confidence never wavered.“People who can get things done fast.As fast as we need them done.”The room just hung there, awed by the woman’s authority.“Okay, great effort, team.Let’s get started.”
NINETEEN
ONE VOICE.Another.A laugh.Johann.Bringing Roxie and her crew up to speed was a quick pace adventure.For everyone else anyway.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
As her attention drifted again, it snagged on Roxie who was looking right back.The others were still talking, but Roxie laid a hand across her wrist and leaned in to whisper.
“Who put him in charge?”
It took a second but, seriously, what the fuck?How right was her friend?Her shoulders went back.
What was wrong with him?No!What was wrong with her?
Her spine straightened as her lips plumped.Fuck him.
Roxie just smiled when she stood up.Without bothering to excuse herself, she left the room, his office in her sights.Yep, there were five other people in there, but she didn’t give a shit.
Tossing the door out of the way, she strode in, unbuttoning her shirt.
“Miss—”
“If you boys don’t want a show, you better get outta here,” she said, clear as a whistle in her determination, her eyes locked onto his.
She kept going with the buttons, pulled her shirt from her skirt and tossed it aside as she rounded the desk.
“Out,” a male voice came from behind her.“Go.”
Grabbing Rourke’s tie, she pulled him upward as she bowed.“You…” she enunciated, “are stuck with me.”
Planting her mouth on his, resistance meant nothing.What gave him the right to dismiss her?Damn man got too big for his boots.Kicking off her shoes, she pulled him higher, his resistance evaporating with the rise of her skirt.
It bunched at her hips as she slid onto the desk, taking his cock from his pants.
Damn man.
The sheer bliss of completion filled her when he pushed himself into her.Planting his hands on the desk behind her, thrusting into her, all she could do was raise her hips to meet his.That look in his eyes.Shit.What was in his head?
