But what was it?
He looked down at the dark head between his legs and gave a small groan.
Having Nicoletta dress up like Gia Santella was hot. It turned him on.
When he got to her place, he made her put on the dark wig and the black leather pants.
Her soft, warm mouth raised, and her eyes met his.
“Like this, baby?” she said, caressing him with both hands.
He shook his head. “You know what I want.”
She laughed. “I know. Just teasing.”
He forced her head down and thrust forward. His cock was so hard.
He was about to explode. He tried to keep his thoughts on Gia, though.
She was like a fascinating puzzle he was in the midst of solving.
Maybe part of what made her so attractive was that she seemed to do what she wanted to do when she wanted to do it.
The unspoken rule at the committee meeting was that nobody drink anything except water and coffee, but she walked right over behind the bar and poured herself a drink.
The gall! A few eyebrows had been raised. Nicoletta made a face of disapproval. But he couldn’t stop staring, waiting to see what she would do next.
He’d seldom met a woman who really didn’t seem to care what everyone else thought of her. After the meeting, she barely paid attention to the rich and powerful men fawning over her. In fact, it was as if she barely noticed them.
When he was in front of her, she was polite, but seemed unimpressed.
It wasn’t something he’d ever experienced before.
Usually women simpered over him.
Like the woman between his legs. She thought she was in control with his cock in her mouth, but he controlled it all. She just didn’t know it yet.
He knew she would do anything for him. She didn’t have to say it. He could feel it.
And why not? She saw the way other women looked at him, and it made her insanely jealous. She would die before she admitted it, though.
But it made sense.
After all, he was the whole package: handsome, rich, powerful, talented…. What else could a woman want? He could smile at a woman in the right environment, and an hour later she’d want him to be the father of her children.
It had been like that his entire life. And even from an early age, he knew that it was where his power lay. His mother had doted on him and told him that he was so handsome and so talented and smart and wonderful that he could have the world eating out of his palm.
He’d never doubted it for a second.
And his mother had been right. He had become even more powerful as he grew older. He knew just how to manipulate people—women and men—to get what he wanted.
He was unstoppable. And right then, he was at the height of his power.
But he wasn’t through yet. He had some ways more to go before he could sit back and revel in his power and wealth. It wouldn’t be long.
So why had meeting that bitch today threw off his game so much? He hated that when Gia Santella had looked at him, he’d felt strangely diminished, as if when it came to him he was like a dime a dozen.
He didn’t like it.
Not one bit.
Nicoletta drew back and her huge eyes met his.
“More, baby?”
“Don’t fucking think about stopping,” he said, his breath raspy with lust. “Seeing that video of you killing Rosenbloom turns me the fuck on.”
“It wasn’t me, silly. I just pointed the gun.”
Like he didn’t know that. Marshall’s video skills were outstanding.
She gave a knowing smirk and licked her lips before her head dipped back down.
He put his large palms on the back of her head, pushing her mouth on him until he was as deep as he’d ever been.
His thoughts briefly turned analytical as he got back into the rhythm of her mouth. Then with a start, he realized that everything had worked out perfectly.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that meeting Gia had been his destiny. Her appearance had solved the biggest one of his problems—finding a fall guy. Nicoletta was right. Gia Santella would be the fall woman. His problem had been solved so easily. When her gaze had flickered over him and dismissed him, she had no idea that she’d made a fatal mistake.
His eyes closed as the head bobbing between his legs brought him nearly to a climax.
He leaned back with a smile on his face that turned to a grimace of intense pleasure. He was almost there. He was nearly at the ultimate release.
Thinking of Gia Santella had aroused him.
“Yes,” he moaned. Yes, he would show her that he was something special and that his attention should not be dismissed.
He would call her and invite her to a meeting. A deadly meeting.
If she wasn’t already in prison for murder. The wheels had been set in motion.
His excitement grew. He gripped the silky head hard and thrust his hips upward. As he erupted into an incredibly intense orgasm, his last thoughts were that Gia Santella would pay for her dismissive behavior.
And pay dearly.
Sixteen
“Gia, where were you last night?”
It was James. I was scrutinizing the financial numbers Dante had sent me trying to figure out who could have embezzled the money from the hotel.
“Huh? Last night?”
“Yeah. Where were you last night?”
I rolled my eyes He must have heard about my date with the mayor. Was he jealous?
“In bed.” I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. “Why?”
“There’s a problem.”
“What’s that?”
“Carl Rosenbloom has been murdered.”
“Oh, my god,” I said. I didn’t know the dude besides our brief meeting where his slimy lips slobbered on my palm, but his murder meant another gala board member dead. “What the hell is going on?”
“We have a witness who saw you talking to him a few
