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His cell phone vibrated again. Then again.

“Hold on a sec.” José Ramon shifted the woman who sat astride him and grabbed his cell phone. The woman, Lucia, was dressed. But just barely. And not for much longer. He would turn off the damn phone.

But then his eyes grazed the text messages appearing on his screen. Saw those messages were about Theodore Jameson. He scanned them. The last one read, He just left lunch.

“Give me a minute, baby.”

A woman like Lucia didn’t pout. It was beneath her. She simply stood, her lavender panties, sown through with tiny black ribbons, stretching across her hipbones as she did so. With a few elegant movements, she’d adjusted her breasts back inside the matching bra, and she strode quietly, confidently, from the room.

He almost moaned, watching the way the muscles in her ass moved, the purple thong tucked between her tanned cheeks.

He made himself look back at his cell phone, and he typed, What restaurant?

Walnut Room. He’s heading to work.

Why do you think he’s going to work on a Sunday? Don’t assume anything. Even though he was only typing, not speaking, he knew his underling would hear the snarl in his tone. How many times had he told his people not to assume? Never assume.

I assume nothing, the next text read. I got close enough to hear them.

Them?

T and his GF and his mom.

He let out a grudging exhale, impressed at the level of skill. The kid was good. Had proven that time and again.

He kept his people—the ones outside the legit businesses, like the restaurant—working in solitude. That way no one could collude with another. A coup would be hard, if not impossible, to stage. But often, forcing people into a lone-wolf situation made them paranoid, especially the type of people he had on the hook.

Yet every so often, someone like this went above and beyond. Sometimes the ones he’d strong-armed recognized the uselessness of resistance, had the sense and intelligence to not only join him, but also to stand up and be a soldier in his army. Incrementally, they assumed more responsibility. Slowly, without pissing him off, they thought outside the box. And this kid was one of them.

The girlfriend is the lawyer? he wrote.

Yeah.

We need to find out more about her. His face began to curl in a snarl again, but then he got the next text.

Way ahead of you, it read.

He gave a short laugh. The only kind of laugh he knew. Good work, he typed into his phone. He didn’t say such things often.

He was a little surprised at the slight gap in time it took to get a reply. But then, Thank you. I appreciate it.

He put his phone back on the nightstand and thought for a moment. Yes, suddenly he could imagine allowing this one into the next level of his business, might be told why they were keeping an eye on Theo Jameson.

Lucia was back. In the doorway. Her dark hair, turned copper on top from the sun—she had just been on a friend’s yacht in the Caribbean, she’d said—fell over her shoulders in rivulets, covering her breasts, which were bare now.

She locked his eyes in with hers. Then she hooked one finger through one of the black ribbons that ran through her panties. Then the other hand on the ribbons on the other side. Slowly, rhythmically, she undulated her hips, letting ribbons untie, then smoothly unfurl themselves until the flap of purple silk covering her in the front fell away. Nothing remained except two scraps of silk around the tops of each thigh. Nothing in between. Except heaven for José.

She strolled toward him. Slow, slow, almost predatory. Although she was a scientist, had a PhD and gave speeches at conferences around the world, she said nothing now.

When she reached him, she straddled him, not letting his eyes go anywhere but hers, and then, without warning, like he liked it, she moved herself over him.

Oh! Some primal exclamation had escaped him as he felt the tightness, the wetness and the scraps of silk on either side.

As she slipped him farther inside herself, Theodore and his girlfriend slipped away from his mind, knowing he could let them go. But not for long.