“What then?”
“That bookie might not have what we want. I mean, he probably doesn’t, right? That was so long ago. But Malcolm might.”
“Hm,” he says, frowning. He shakes his head. “I really doubt it.”
“His home computer. I bet he has stuff saved on his hard drive. He’s the kind of man to keep records of everything, isn’t he?”
“It’s possible. How do you propose we get it?”
I shrug slightly and I like the way his eyes move to my breasts, looking at my body as I move. He really does love the way I look, and that sends a thrill down my spine.
“Wining and dining are part of the process, right?” I tilt my head. “Get us invited to his place for a meal. You distract him and I’ll do the rest.”
“Like you did when you worked in his mailroom?” He says it teasingly, but he’s frowning slightly and looking into the distance like he’s considering the plan. “It’ll be extremely dangerous.”
“We aren’t going to get anywhere without some risk. Come on, your brother put a clock on his deal.”
“I’ll try to get us invited over, but no promises.”
“That’s better than I could do.”
“Now, if I’m going to do something so fucking stupid, you’d better make it worth my while.”
“Oh, yeah, how can I do that?”
He kisses me gently then bites my lower lip. “Open your legs,” he whispers. “I’m going to drag you into my room, spank you until you scream, and fuck you until you beg.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and open my legs, heart racing.