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His organization is one of the partners in our consortium. "Yeah. Any clue what's going on there?"
"Albanians trying to get a foothold are causing problems." That much I knew. "They've got some heavyweight backers. Timofey thinks Eastern Europeans. He's not sure yet."
Eastern Europeans? I wonder if the Hungarian mafia is a possibility. It would certainly be interesting considering their attack on Gabriele three years ago and Eliza's connection to them.
I'll need more information from Timofey before I pursue that line of inquiry. If it does turn out the Albanians are backed by the Hungarians things with Eliza could get messy.
"I'll keep my ear to the ground."
Piotr nods. "Want to get a real drink? Olivia will keep your woman busy for a while."
"Yeah." I set my glass of champagne down. "I hate this stuff."
We head to the bar. Piotr orders a vodka and I do the same. I ask what brings him to Rome and he tells me it’s a combination of business and pleasure. I leave it at that.
We stay at the bar and talk about family things until Olivia finally brings Eliza back to me. I can't help noticing her face is a little flushed.
Olivia narrows her eyes at me which tells me either she got something interesting out of Eliza or nothing at all. I'm betting on the latter.
After running for three years, Eliza's too savvy to give up her secrets to a woman she only just met.
"Are you okay,cara?"
Eliza leans in close to whisper. "I think the plug has slipped. It feels weird."
I take her hand. "Excuse us, Piotr, Olivia. We have a minor emergency to deal with."
"Nothing serious I hope," Piotr says.
"No, Eliza just needs a little fresh air."
Keeping a tight hold of her hand I lead her across the crowded dance floor and out onto the terrace. I take her to the corner where it's dark.
There are people milling about on the lawn down below but where we're standing we have privacy. Eliza isn't the only one who needed air. I had to get out of that stuffy ballroom too.
"Show me," I tell her.
"What? Here?"
"Right here. Bend over the balustrade and lift your skirt."
Eliza sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Even in the dark I see the eager glint in her eye. She steps forward, bends over the stone wall and lifts her skirt. I step up behind her.
"Spread your legs,cara."
She complies immediately. I run my hands slowly down her spine and between her ass cheeks until I find the base of the plug.
"It's exactly where it's supposed to be," I tell her.
"Oh, right. It felt different."
Stepping up behind her, I put a hand on the wall on either side of her, caging her in.
"Is that so or did you just want me to remove it?"
"Of course not," she replies. "I would never be so devious."
"Why don't I believe that?" I slip my hand into her panties and find her pussy soaking wet. "I think someone's being naughty in the hopes of getting fucked."
