I smile broadly. “Excellent.”
“So no break in our perverted activities will be required for the foreseeable future. Well, at least not on account of my period, anyway. Stuff like work and life will surely get in the way—and the fact that we don’t live in the same city ought to throw a wrench in things, for sure.”
“Why? It’s less than a two-hour flight from Seattle to L.A. I can get a hard-on at ten and, if I charter a flight for you, you’ll be at my house, sucking it by twelve thirty.”
She bursts out laughing. “You’re so gross.”
“That’s not gross. That’sromantic.”
She laughs. “You’d charter a flight just to get a blowjob?”
“I can’t think of a better reason to charter a flight. Especially if the blowjob was gonna be from you.Damn.”
She laughs again. “Well, okay, but what about work? Don’t you have a company to run or something? Now that I think about it, how come you never seem to have to work?”
“Well, actually, I’m kinda between jobs at the moment. Not officially, but...” I lean in close to her and touch her golden hair. “Jonas and I are about to start a new business together. We haven’t made a public announcement yet, so this is actually confidential, but we’re both leaving Faraday & Sons to start something new.”
“Wow. Really? Congratulations. What is it?”
“I can’t tell you—not because I don’t trust you—I do. But I promised my brother I wouldn’t tell anyone about our new business before we’ve told our Uncle William in person—he runs Faraday & Sons with us—and I never break a promise to Jonas. Well, not to anyone—but especially not to Jonas.”
Her face melts into an expression much like the one she had when she opened her hotel room door to me last night. “I can’t wait to hear all about it whenever you’re allowed to tell me,” she says softly.
“I can’t wait to tell you. If Jonas and I can pull it off the way we envision it, it’s gonna be epic—well, the wayJonasenvisions it—my brother’s always the one with the big ideas—I’m just along for the ride, doing what I can to make myself useful.”
She smiles and her blue eyes twinkle. “I’m sure it’s gonna be amazing, whatever it is, Josh.”
I pause. I was about to say something, but I suddenly forgot what it was. She’s so fucking beautiful; occasionally, I lose my concentration when I look at her.
“So, hey,” I say, looking at my watch. “We’re meeting Henn in the lobby in about seven hours, so I think we’d better get some sleep. We’d better have our wits about us while we’re saving the world tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m a freakin’ zombie right now. At some point, I’m definitely gonna need a full eight hours of sleep—you’re killing me, smalls.”
“Eh, we can sleep when we’re dead, PG. Speaking of which, how ’boutbeforewe sleep, you get that hot little body of yours into my bed and let me make good on that rain check from our shower?”
“Aren’t you the one who just said we need to get some sleep for tomorrow?”
I wave my hand. “I meant we need sleepafterI give you the best orgasm of your life.”
Her eyes light up. “You sure you’re up to it? That rain check was for you to go for the gold.”
I lean in and kiss her slowly, taking my sweet time, grasping the back of her neck firmly as I do, and she ignites under my touch. When I pull away from her, there’s no mistaking the heat in her eyes.
“I’m positive,” I say, leering at her. “There’s no point in doing it if I don’t do it phenomenally, right?”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
13
KAT
Josh, Henn and I are sitting in a dive bar in Henderson, Nevada, just down the street from the fifth and final bank of this morning’s money-stealing tour. As far as we know, every single money-transfer went off without a hitch, exactly according to plan—but all we can do now is sit and wait to hear from Jonas to find out whether or not the feds were able to access the money.
“Just say as little as possible,” Henn coached me this morning as we stood across the street from the first bank on our agenda. “Be pleasant and polite but completelyunmemorable,” he added—but then he looked me up and down and rolled his eyes. “Which is like telling LeBron James or an Oompah-Loompah not to be memorable.”
“Henn,come on,” I whined, trembling. “I’m freaking out. Just tell me exactly what to do.”
“Don’t freak out, Kat,” Josh said, putting his muscled arm around my shoulders and giving me a squeeze. “You’ve got this.”
