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How about on the left?

No. Damn it…

I thought a VIP room would give us enough privacy to pass Logan’s list, but these damn walls are made of rice paper.

After arriving and seeing the other VIP rooms from the outside, I realize that while they might not be able to see us, they can clearly see our shadows. There is no way I can pass him the list of shell companies and names, without the guards outside seeing it through the screen like some sort of shadow puppet show.

Carajo. I should’ve just handed him the damn list in the car.

“Is there something wrong?” Oliver whispers, his brow furrowing as he notices me glaring at the paper walls.

“I need to pass you something.”

“Don’t,” he whispers instantly, catching on. “They’ll see.”

“I know. I was planning to give it to you once I drove you back home, but…” I shake my champagne glass.

“Ha! Yeah, that plan is dead.”

I stare at the table and think of all my options.

How the hell do I pass him a piece of paper? Folded into a napkin? Kicked under the table?

Slip it into his coat pocket while hugging him goodbye?

Damn it… If only I could touch him…

Bingo!

I look up, smiling, because I know exactly how to make this happen.

And even better… I know I’m going to like it.

“Straddle me,” I say.

Oliver’s eyes grow wide. “What?!”

“If you straddle me, I can put the list in your back pocket, and all they’ll see is me groping you.”

“Groping me?” He coughs on his champagne.

“Oliver, straddle me,” I say, but he hesitates and is visibly panicking.

Mmmm…. Maybe he’s too drunk and thinks I won’t be able to pass the list without them seeing it, but I can.

“Ollie, I can do this without them noticing it… Do you trust me?” I ask, and he immediately nods.

I reach across the table, grip him firmly by the waist, and haul him straight out of his pillow seat and onto my lap. Oliver gasps, his hands flying to my shoulders for balance as his legs swing over my thighs, perfectly straddling me.

I pull him down, and his body heat seeps through my jeans instantly.

“This list of names,” I whisper, my lips brushing his jaw, and he shivers again. “I need you to check them and let us know which ones you personally know are in your father’s business.”

I slide my hands down his sides, settling my palms on his hips. Then, I pull him down into a kiss. The kiss is supposed to be for the audience outside… but the second my mouth touches his, any thought that is not this man vanishes out of existence.

Oliver gasps into my mouth, his fingers digging frantically into my shoulders.

Ah, it feels so good when he does that.