Camilla was pulling her police jacket on and straightening her hair by a coat stand in the corner. Marsh stood patiently by her desk.
It was no secret I found Pim bloody stunning. Her nose, her eyes, her chin, her strength—she equalled a beautiful woman. Having the luxury of gawking at her ass and the flamingo-like curve of her spine made me hard.Women, huh? Simo chuckled. They cause the worst pain and the best pleasure.
I gave half a smile. I wouldn’t know.I’m only taking care of her from an unfortunate incident.Simo took a sip of his wine. I must admit, I was doing my best not to ask who marked her.
I snorted, taking his direction and throwing a mouthful of guava juice down my throat. Wine was not an option. Alcohol had the opposite effect on me than cannabis. Would you continue to deal with me if I said I was the one?No. His face locked into place. But I don’t believe you did.
Why? My eyebrows rose, asking a dangerous question. I already said we aren’t lovers, and you most likely have suspicions of my intentions with her.
Why am I having this conversation with a royal?And what kind of life would that be? One without a spotlight, playing the violin professionally; everything she’d worked for would be sacrificed, to stay hidden.
But if Alice and her mom were safe, it would be worth it.I’ll do it, Etta said, pushing through the uneasiness; then, with a desperate hope Cyrus wouldn’t sniff out the lie, added, It might take me some time to figure out how she coded the letter. I’ll need more than tonight.
She’d need less than two minutes, but that wasn’t for him to know, was it?Nicholas shook his head, muttering something beneath his breath as he swung away from her, bracing an arm against the fireplace’s mantelpiece.