Chapter 411

“¿Qué carajo, Robbie!?” Dayana said, jaw hanging open. We were sitting in my office for once, up away from her domain downstairs. I’d booked my flight out to Seattle and then immediately went to bed the previous night, intending to get in early so that I could get everything I needed to do and then cut out early if at all possible.

I’d texted Dayana that morning to come up and meet me when she got in, and she hadn’t even stopped at her own office to drop off her purse and satchel of work notes and stuff before coming to see me. She’d sat across from me at my desk, wearing another tight blouse with maybe one more button undone than usual, a sleek grey sports coat over it and making her look a little like an old school Colombian gangster as she listened to my story about my meeting with Vera Angeloff the night before.

“Everyone reacts the same way,” I said with a little smirk.

“Yeah, because that’s fucking- Dios mio, dude. She just- Titty out, the whole time?”

“Most of it,” I said, shaking my head as I remembered that big, perfect Russian boob practically staring at me.

“And the dark haired one-”

“Mhmm,” I nodded.

“Even the blonde?”

“Not even an ounce of shame in the whole group,” I said.

“Fuck,” Dayana sighed, leaning back in her seat and running her fingers through her silky black hair. “I guess that explains the whole Strip Poker party thing. Rashid can’t know about all of that though, right?”

“I fucking doubt it, but it’s possible,” I shook my head. “Maybe that’s how they met or something, and he thinks when they’re married he’ll just control her or something. Shut it down once the ring is on her finger.”

“He never struck me as the type to- Well, actually, maybe,” Dayana sighed. “But he seemed more like the type to find some disgustingly gorgeous, super conservative Muslim girl, not try to make one out of someone.”

“I know,” I said.

“She really just full on groped your cock through your pants?” Dayana asked after a moment.

“Got the full trip up the elevator,” I snorted.

Dayana rolled her eyes. “What a fucking- She’s lucky you didn’t slap her. I know if she did that in front of me I’d slap her silly.”

“Funnily, I don’t have the same instinct to a beautiful woman groping me,” I said dryly. “And I don’t think ‘she grabbed my crotch to check if I was hard’ would fly very well with the cops if I slapped a woman.”

“Hey, it should,” Dayana said. Then she shrugged and shook her head. “¡Qué puta! Seriously.”

“I know,” I shrugged. “OK, so, I’m going to be trying to get out of here early today, which means I need to try and lock in everything I can this morning. Did you talk to the service staff you had in mind yet?”

“Two of them, they’re in,” Dayana said. “I’m talking to the two bartenders this afternoon, one of them will definitely do it. Why are you leaving early?”