Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“I don’t get it. Why would Collin hire him? Especially after Collin’s fallin’ out with Charlie?”
“Oh, hold on. This explains it. His contract with Charlie got sidetracked by some judge’s moral compass, so it didn’t actually go through until after all that shit went down underground with Collin and friends.”
“Hmm,” Olive hums. “You’d think that Charlie would have the power to cut those strings.”
She’s right. “You would think that. So maybe this guy is undercover?”
“Spying on Collin?” she asks. “That’s quite a deep cover if they sent him to prison for five years just to set it up.”
Yeah, Olive’s right about that too. Doesn’t make much sense. I turn my head to look at her. And God, she’s so fucking beautiful, I almost can’t stand it. Everything about this girl is perfect. And my job here—to handle her—well, it’s like a dream come true. I handle her all right. Every fucking night I’ve got my dick between her legs.
“Brose?”
“Right. Yeah. It’s possible that this isn’t Charlie’s mission. Maybe he couldn’t cut the strings, even though he wanted to.”
Olive is nodding. “Makes sense.”
“Get rid of him.”
“Already? But—”
“Olive, do not question me. Get rid of him. The last thing we need is to get stuck in one of Charlie Beaufort’s webs. We’ll get the next one. Over half those guys on Collin’s payroll are former CORE operatives.”
“But what if he’s not deep cover? What if he’s just an employee?”
“Don’t contradict me. I said get rid of him.”
“We’ve been open for three weeks, Brose, and not a single other Edge employee has come by. We’ve put those flyers up all over Revenant, but take a look at the room out there.” She points to the bank of screens that keep an eye on the public areas. “They’re all locals or tourists who came for the Trinity County experience. Collin has warned his guys, or something. Ean is new. This might be our only chance. If I let him get away, he’ll go back to the compound, start talking about this place, and then Collin or Amon will hear about it and tell everyone to stay away for sure. Or worse, he’ll come down here to check it out himself.”
“All of that is true,” I say, slowly reaching over to place my hand on her throat. Her eyes immediately track to mine. “But I know why you want to work him. You can’t fool me, Olive. I saw the way you looked at him. You think he’s attractive.” I press my fingers into her skin with just enough pressure to let her know this is getting serious.
Which makes her eyes close. The expected outcome.
Olive Creed. She’s a dirty little whore, and I mean that in the most affectionate way, because I’m the one who turned all that lust into something usable. She’s horny, like all the time. And I’m not saying she’d fuck just anyone, but this guy here? Ean, or whatever? He’s better-looking than most. It’s natural for her to be drawn to him.
Olive opens her eyes, trying to get herself under control. “My ensuing seduction,” she says, climbing into my lap and spreading her legs to straddle me, “will be purely professional.” She takes my face in her hands and stares deep into my eyes. “But wouldn’t you like to watch, Brose?”
“You want to fuck him right now?”
“Only if you want to watch.” She smiles at me. Winks. Then she kisses me and starts grinding on my dick, getting me hard. Or more like getting me ready.
“Fine,” I whisper. “Fine. I’ll watch.” The way this girl affects me is way beyond inappropriate. She’s got a hold on me. It’s a weakness. I know this. But I really like her. A lot.
Olive kisses me again, our mouths open, lips lingering. Then she says, “Don’t get too excited. I’ll be back after he leaves to finish you off.”
Then she gets up and abandons me with a fierce hard-on and a fantasy that may or may not include this motherfucker who just walked into my operation.
4 - Shep
The girl is gone for about ten minutes. Which is putting me off, to be honest, but when she returns my irritation at being kept waiting quickly fades when I realize she took the extra time to change her clothes. Instead of the dress, she’s now wearing a cropped white t-shirt that clings to her tits and makes her nipples pop out. She’s also wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts with lots of loose strings dangling down her lean, tanned thighs. And she’s barefoot.
She grins at me and her eyes are wild with possibilities as she sets a tray down on a little table near the beaded curtain.
On the tray is a wide-mouth mason jar filled with clear liquid. It’s got a black label with white lettering around the middle of the jar that reads ‘Code Black.’ There are two shot glasses as well.