The second she did, I asked, “Why are you meeting with a Solon agent?”
Her eyes grew big. “How do you know about Bri?”
“You answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”
“She hired me to appraise some items she collected.”
Her answer was plausible, but nothing was that simple when Solon was involved. They liked to recruit people with connections and ties to all walks of life and usually people with backgrounds of affluence. They also had no qualms about using tactics that broke the law to achieve their goals.
“And?”
She glared at me. “An answer for an answer.”
I knew I had to give a little. “I’ve helped Bri with a few assignments.”
“What kinds of assignments?” Worry flashed across her face, telling me she knew that Bri specialized in the division involved in handling sex-trafficking cases.
“Are you thinking I can’t take care of myself, Isa?”
“No. She…she has a habit of working on the most dangerous of projects.”
I picked up her hand and brought it to my face, kissing her fingertips. “I need you to remember I’m only Baz with you. In the outside world, I’m Sebastian Weber, notorious businessman and now head of one of the most dangerous organizations in Europe. My reputation isn’t fabricated.”
An impatient knock rapped on the door.
“Bella, open the door. I wait for no one. You can fuck on your own time,” a voice called in Italian-accented German.
Isa groaned. “She has the spoiled Italian socialite thing down pat. No one would suspect she could kill a man in two moves.”
“I heard that.”
“We aren’t done with this discussion.” I stared into Isa’s blue eyes.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else.” Isa moved to the door, unlocked it, and opened to a beautiful woman with a fur coat around her shoulders, a designer outfit hot off the runway, and a handbag worth a few hundred thousand Euros.
“Hello, Herr Weber.” Her accent switched to one only a native German speaker could have pulled off.
There was mischief in her gaze that said she knew Isa was mine and what we were doing.
Which only meant she was here to cause trouble.
“Signorina Amici,” I said with a perfect Italian inflection.
She scanned me from head to toe, lingering on my still half-hard cock a fraction too long before meeting my eyes. “Marriage looks good on you.”
“You should try it. I know your intended would appreciate an official date.”
The sneer that touched her lips nearly had me laughing. She’d been promised to one of the sons of her father’s blue-blood friends. Someone I considered a friend and who happened to be in the same line of work I was in. Interpol and head of an organized family. Though his business revolved around financing the projects of other families.
I’d learned on one of my first joint operations with Solon that Bri had a low opinion of arranged marriages and never planned to follow through with hers. She’d created a very public spoiled-brat image to give reason for her never-ending engagement. Too bad for her, her fiancé was about to call her bluff.
“I’ll let Isa tell me if it’s worth the trouble and then perhaps entertain the idea.” Her attention turned to Isa. “This is what you turned down my proposal for. Bella, I never expected you to go soft for a big dick.”
Isa’s face went deep red.
“On that note, I’ll leave you ladies to finish business.” I walked over to Isa, cupped the back of her head, and drew her in for a kiss. “We’ll discuss your secret activities when you get home.”
Before she could respond, I strode out the door.
Chapter Thirteen
Isa
“How do you know Ba…Sebastian? And why would you say the big-dick part in front of him?”
“Because the activities you didn’t want me to see and made me wait for hadn’t cooled in his blood.”
Dear God, Bri had been checking out Baz’s package. If I didn’t know she was half in love with her unwanted fiancé, I’d have punched her.
That was probably not a good idea, since she was a spy and all that and could kill me without breaking a sweat. The pampered princess was a lethal weapon who’d taught me most of my moves.
“And the first part of my question?” I couldn’t hide my annoyance.
A knowing smile touched Bri’s lips. “My higher-ups have kept an eye on him for years. He is… How do you say it?” She tapped her lips. “A person of interest.”
That was a crock of bull.
There was something between Baz and Bri that rubbed me the wrong way. It was as if she knew more about my husband than I did.
Hell, she probably did.
The man I’d met over the last few months for coffee dates was a lie. One couldn’t run an organized family like Sebastian’s or be the son of an asshole like Jonas Weber and be the Baz I’d fallen for.
I guess time would reveal the truth.
The one thing I was sure of was that my husband could make me come over and over again. At least, we were sexually compatible.
“Could you be any vaguer?”
“Of course, I could.”
“I really hate you sometimes. No wonder Ana quit on you.”
“Ana quit because the reason for her leaving to join my circus came back for her and impregnated her. Pregnancy and the agency aren’t a good combination.”
She studied me and sighed. “You’re going to be next. Deny he fucks you every chance he gets.”
“We’ve been married less than a day.”
“I know a woman who’s tasted the goods before the purchase. Did you try to kill him when you found out he was pretending to be an ordinary businessman?”
I narrowed my gaze and smacked my desk. “You were having me watched?” I threw my hands in the air. “You could have saved me the humiliation of finding out after the fact. Dammit, Bri, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
Bri shrugged. “I like both of you. And you weren’t in danger. Weber protects his own. Besides, it was quite entertaining to see the unguarded side of both of you.”
“Baz and I are not
