Satisfied 2X

“Thanks. Have fun.”

Kayla walked outside where her driver was waiting for her. Vickie had every detail covered on this trip. Maybe it was a waste to spend her last night here locked inside her suite, but she couldn’t wait to call her guys. She wanted to see their gorgeous faces on the screen and hear their sexy voices.

Tomorrow night she’d be back at the penthouse. She bit her bottom lip, wondering what the reunion would feel like.

“We’re here.” The driver deposited her outside the Waldorf.

“Thank you.” Kayla climbed from the car.

As soon as she walked into the hotel, she felt a strange sensation. It was as if there were eyes on her, but not from the lobby passers-by. She walked through the lobby and couldn’t shake the feeling. Her skin prickled.

She tapped the button for the elevator and waited for it to carry her to her suite. She even took her shoes off inside the elevator. Her feet had been sore all day. High heels and walking through a gigantic conference center were not a good combination.

As Kayla pulled the key card from her bag she heard the doors open behind her. She spun around.

“Uncle Rudy?”

“Surprised to see me?”

Thirty-Two

Jason

“Something is wrong. I’ve tried her phone three times and it keeps going to voicemail.” Jason paced in Wyatt’s office.

They were splitting a bottle of bourbon. Both decided there was no point going home if Kayla wasn’t there.

“You know how those conferences are. People grab dinner and drinks all the time. Knowing her she is collecting as many contacts as she possibly can so she can take over the world.” Wyatt tipped his bourbon back.

Jason couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it. It was after nine. They should have heard from Kayla by now.

“I’m flying out there.”

“What the hell?” Wyatt looked at him.

“We sent her to New York. There’s no telling what could have happened. I’ll bring her back on the jet.”

“Jason, you are way overreacting. Kayla is a strong independent woman. She’s proven that over again.”

He shook his head. “Why don’t we both go? We can surprise her.”

Wyatt reached for the crystal decanter to pour them both another round. “I’d like that. She’d fucking love it. But it wasn’t the point of the trip.”

Jason huffed in his chair. “Damn, she’s in my head.”

Wyatt slapped him on the back. “Don’t I know it, brother. She’s in mine too.”

Jason jumped when he heard a phone ring. Wyatt’s was vibrating on the desk.

“Is it Kayla?” he asked.

Wyatt nodded. He accepted the video message. “Hey, baby.” Wyatt chuckled. “Jason has been—” But his smile dropped the instant the screen came into focus.

Jason rushed to his side, something was fucked up. He could tell.

It wasn’t Kayla. It was Rudino Mancetti.

“Where’s Kayla?” Wyatt barked.