Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
There have been plenty of opportunities to do me in, especially while we were having sex. I have zero sense of place or time when her body is next to mine. Georgia could have knifed me, poisoned me, or asked me to suffocate myself, and I’d have done it happily so long as I got to be inside her wet cunt while I was dying.
Could she really be a travel influencer like she said? None of her actions make sense. She’s a very public figure. She takes photos of everything and posts them for the world to see. She sleeps like a log and has only one phone that I can find—no other hidden electronics. Her story about her grandmother is so genuine, I’m struggling to believe it’s just a cover. I give my jaw a hard squeeze. I need to check in with Mercy.
I’ve been here two days and haven’t scouted my mark once. I head to the outer room and pull my comm piece out of the lining of my suitcase. From the way that the interior print is aligned, I can tell no one has disturbed it.
I insert the earpiece and grab the ice bucket. Out in the hall, Mercy comes online.
“Where the fuck have you been? Is it the other op? What do you need?”
“It’s all good,” I lie through my teeth. “I’m making contact with the mark tomorrow. Anything you want to update me on?”
There’s a long stretch of silence as Mercy tries to get more information out of me. I don’t give in, and she knows it. Finally, she clicks her tongue in defeat. “Nothing on Miss Georgia. On paper and per everything on social media—and she has a big social media presence—she’s as she says. A travel influencer with a decent sized bank account that’s supplemented by advertiser payments. I’ve managed to match two hits to vacations of hers. There was a hit on a deputy in a southern Mexican cartel when she was in Guanajuato, and then a hit on someone who was reportedly doing arms trade in Bulgaria. She was in Plovdiv and Sofia.”
The back of my neck prickles. “Any others?”
“That’s it. I can’t find any records of hits that happened at the same time.”
The uncomfortable truth is I’d rather her be an assassin because otherwise there’s no way this piece of sunshine fluff is going to want me in her life. How do I even explain my line of work to her? I travel, too, babe. To lots of exotic places but while you’re visiting castles, gardens and museums, I’m tracking scum of the earth and exterminating them.
“I’m doing the phone swap today. Probably around one.”
“I’ll be waiting.” She clicks off.
I slap the ice button and watch the cubes tumble into the bucket. After the bucket is half full, I tuck it under my arm, pocket the earpiece, and return to the room. Georgia is standing in the middle of the living room with the comforter around her body and a confused, slightly bruised expression on her face.
“I thought you left.”
I raise the ice bucket. “Went to get some ice. Like my water cold.”
If that doesn’t sound like the dumbest thing alive. I tuck her under my arm and lead her back into the bedroom. “But now that you’re awake, I have some other ideas about what to do with the ice.”
Her eyes widen. “I don’t know about that, Finnick.”
“Starlight, that’s why we’re trying it. You won’t know until you’ve experienced it.”
“I told myself that when I was served a plate of raw squid.” She still allows me to press her onto the bed. The cover falls away to reveal her body in all its naked glory. I reach into the ice bucket.
“How was the squid?”
“It scared me.”
“Good thing I have nerves of steel. Open your legs, starlight.” She does as I ask. It’s always this way. She obeys me without question. “We’ll start this way.” I put the ice cube in my mouth.
When I press my cold lips against her scorching hot cunt, she yells. I thrust my tongue inside, letting the chilled water flow into her. She squeezes her channel, her sex pulsing against my mouth. I take another ice cube and rub it all over her lips, and then slip the fast-dissolving cube inside of her. Then I go back to sucking and licking, making her come again and again.
I drive into that cold, hot core. The dueling sensations wrench a shout from me. I jack into her with heavy, determined strokes, sucking on her tits, then devouring her mouth. My last thought is that if she’s a killer, she should just take me. I’ll die happy.
Chapter
Sixteen
GEORGIA
“Did you know Da Vinci didn't receive a formal education? He was also a vegetarian.” Finn and I somehow got ourselves out of bed long enough to finally make it to the museum. Finn is more of a man of action, I’m starting to notice, or a really good listener. I can go on and on, and he seems to enjoy listening to me speak.