“The guys who make this are good clients,” he said.
He looked so handsome, so confident in his Armani business suit. He talked like a successful business man. And yet he still had a mission, could still end with his brains splattered on a sidewalk. Secretly she was pleased she’d reduced her tension with Mr Platinum. It meant she could talk turkey without too much interference from her s****l desire for him.
“Stella tells me you’ve got a final mission before this horrible business is over.”
His face was serious.
“I can’t deny that. If you spend all day painting your house, the job’s not done until you’ve washed your brushes and put away your ladder. I’ve just got to tidy up.”
She wanted to yell and scream at him. He was alive, rich, young, and in her l**t she would offer herself to him
