Page 87 of Dangerous Affair


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I escorted Diana and her team down to the private valet in front of the mansion, texting Jack my movement.

The poor guy had to be sick of me messaging him every five minutes.

My phone vibrated as soon as Diana’s town car cleared the gates.

Luci’s earlier remarks hit hard when I saw Martin’s name on my screen.

I was certainly too good of a person to be dealing with scum.

But then there were the Dianas. The good people who were in Vegas to work or to play and treated me and the rest of the staff with kindness.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jackson.” I infused as much enthusiasm as I could. “What can I do for you?”

“I need to see you.”

Shit.

“Of course. I’ll be right there.”

The man didn’t bother with pleasantries before he hung up on me.

Someone must’ve pissed on his billions of dollars of filthy money this morning.

I sent Jack another text.

On my way up to Martin’s.

Jesus woman.

I smiled at my phone while I tapped on the screen.

This girl earns her coin.

Yeah a penny a step.

I pressed the call button for the elevator. Stepped into the lift and thought about Jack’s comeback. That was an interesting take on how I earned my salary.

Gasp. Are you calling me cheap?

My bad. Ten cents a step.

That was more like it.

I’m here. Text you when I’m done.

Copy.

The front door to the villa was ajar. I heard voices coming from inside. I wasn’t sure if I was happy I wouldn’t be alone with Martin or worried about what I was walking into.

I still knocked lightly on the door and called out my arrival.

“Mr. Jackson?”

“In the kitchen!” Martin shouted.

I carefully took in my surroundings.

Gavin and Louis were in the living room sitting opposite one another in two high-back chairs. Neither of them looked at me as I made my way through the space. Eden was at the table with her laptop open, papers spread out around her like she was a respectable businesswoman. George was lounging by the pool, beer in hand, eyes on the three women in the pool.

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