“Assert your sexual prowess?”
“Something like that.”
“Okay. But you also didn’t specifically mention Sam’s presence when you gave your statement to the FBI.”
“He’d already been questioned. I didn’t feel the need to be redundant. Or go into detail as to what the evening entailed.”
“Yes, Sam did that for you.…” She paused. Then added, “I got the big picture from him.”
Michael’s groin tightened. “And what was your reaction to the big picture?”
He heard her draw in a long breath. Let it out slowly. “Misty Ferrera and Pembroke Peterson are extremely fortunate women.”
His grin returned. “Did you tell Sam that?”
“Not in so many words. But he likely got the sense that I found the idea of your threesomes … intriguing.”
“You can’t just admit it makes you hot?” he challenged.
“Wet,” she brazenly said. “It makes me wet.”
A low growl escaped his parted lips. His cock sprang to life. Christ, how she revved him in a heartbeat.
“You realize I could make this happen,” he said. An unabashed warning.
Did she really know what she’d be getting herself into?
“I would have put a stop to this conversation the second it started if I didn’t want you to make it happen.”
Adrenaline shot through him.
It’d been years since he and Sam had shared a woman. Michael had missed the intensity of the lovemaking and the way he and Sam were so damn good at working in unison to get off the object of their desire—and the explosive orgasms it led to for him and Sam as well.
He told Scarlet, “I want to clear up all of your inquiries regarding the case before we go any further.”
“I told you that I believe you weren’t involved. I believe Sam, too.”
“But you still have your eye on my family?”
“Yes. I’d like to speak with your father and Karina, though that’s proven even more difficult than reaching you.”
Michael stood and crossed his office to the windows overlooking Madison Avenue. A light snow fell and black umbrellas dotted the sidewalk twenty stories below.
Thinking quickly, he said, “I imagine you want to see the estate as well. Snoop around? So why don’t you come out for the weekend?”
“To the Hamptons?” she tentatively asked.
“That is the scene of the crime.”
“Yes. And you’re just going to invite me out for the weekend, knowing the exact reason I’m there?”
Michael snickered. “That won’t be the only reason you’re there. I’ll sweeten the deal and call Sam. All you have to do is tell me when to expect you at the airport and I’ll have the helicopter waiting for you to take you to the estate.”
Silence filled the line.
He’d pressed her back to the wall. How would she respond?
She could finish her investigation into his family and put that to rest. Have her cake and eat it, too, because he and Sam would take adv