She slides into the booth but keeps a respectable distance between her and her fiancé. Maybe it’s my imagination, or wishful thinking, but she seems to lean away from him, not into him. Interesting.
“I read about your engagement. Congratulations.” I struggle to keep my eyes from drifting toward her cleavage. The last thing I need to do is piss Broussard off immediately after he agreed to launder money for the club.
“Thank you,” she says, but her smile looks plastered on. It doesn’t reach her emerald-green eyes.
“Three more months and she’ll be mine forever,” Broussard says with the satisfied look of a man who’s hunted and captured a wild animal.
A flash of trepidation glints in her eyes before it’s gone. It happens so fast, I’m not sure what I saw. My gut tells me something’s off, and it’s never wrong.
“Do you own a suit?” Broussard asks me.
“I could scrounge one up.”
“We’re hosting a charity gala at my home this weekend. We would love it if you were our guest. And bring a lady friend, assuming you have one.”
“I’m single,” I say, firmly fixing my gaze on Broussard while watching Blue out of the corner of my eye. She doesn’t react, but why would she? Still, I’m disappointed. I don’t know what I was expecting… Actually, yeah, I do. I wanted to see a glimmer of interest in her eyes. Instead, I got nothing but boredom.
“Will you excuse me?” Blue asks, as if she needs permission to leave.
“Where are you headed?” Broussard’s tone is casual but carries a hint of annoyance.
“The ladies room.”
“Go on then.” He watches her ass as she moves through the crowd.“I can’t wait to fuck her.”
Taken aback, I frown. Fortunately, he’s still drooling over her and isn’t paying any attention to me.
As soon as she disappears into the restroom, he turns back to me.“Bring your books with you to the gala. I’d like to see them.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“How can I help you if I don’t know where the money’s coming from?”
“You don’t need to know. Do you ask the Los Serpientes cartel where they get their money?” I intentionally name drop the Mexican drug cartel. Fang already showed me plenty of evidence that the cartel’s in league with Broussard, but I want to confirm it.
“Touché.” He laughs. While it’s not an admission, it’s not a denial either.
“When can I send my men over with the first delivery of cash?”
“I have a very busy week ahead of me. Next week?”
“Perfect.”
“Good.”
When Blue steps back into the room, all eyes, even the women’s, turn her way. I can’t help but drink her in as she slinks toward us. That slit all the way up to the top of her hip reveals flawless, creamy skin. My mouth tingles with the need to lick a trail from the inside of her thigh straight up to the apex of that slit and beyond.
Does she taste as good as she looks? I’d love to know for sure.
“We’re heading out,” Broussard says as he stands.
Blue goes to his side, but again, doesn’t touch him.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Vapor.” Blue’s half-smile sends a mild shock through my chest.
“We’ll see you Saturday evening,” Broussard says, turning to leave.
Blue’s eyes lock with mine. In an instant, she closes the distance between us and slips something soft, but slightly scratchy, into my hand. I glance down before shoving the cocktail napkin into my pocket, hiding it. A moment later, she’s walking with her arm around Broussard’s waist. He doesn’t even pause, so I know he didn’t see a thing.
