Facade (Billionaire in Disguise 1)

“Whatever suits your fancy. Let me know when you touch down in Vegas, okay?”

“You got it.”

Jacob turned on his heels to leave just as Sam came crashing through the door. She was wearing sunglasses and her stereotypical skinny jeans as well as a black T-shirt. I rolled my eyes and sighed as Jacob’s eyes scanned her body, stopping Sam in her tracks.

Jacob looked back at me with a quizzical look before I shrugged.

“Hope you’re not dressing like that to travel,” Jacob said.

I stifled a laugh as Sam’s frown grew deeper on her face.

Jacob nodded his head and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Sam’s eyes rolled over to me as her sunglasses slid down her face. What the hell did this woman want now? And why the fuck did she insist on wearing such tight ass pants?

“Did I forget something?” I asked.

“Always,” she said.

Then she handed me a list of the suspects she’d compiled, requesting their full work files from the company.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Yep. You can hand them off to me tomorrow on the plane,” she said.

“Tomorrow afternoon?” I asked.

“See you then,” she said.

Chapter 12

Sam

THE PLANE TOOK OFF for Vegas promptly at nine fifteen the next morning. My bag was packed with everything I could need for a possible ambush, and I was on high-alert. Derek placed the folders of information I needed in my hands, and I slid them into my bag, saving that work for tonight after I swept his hotel room for bugs and traps.

“Okay. I’m going to take this time in the air with you to talk about your past,” I said.

“Sounds like a good time,” Derek said. “Care for some champagne?”

“I’m good. I don’t drink on the job. So, how many past lovers have you had?”

“Wow. We really just hopped in there, didn’t we?” he asked.

“I want to make the most of our time together.”

“How romantic,” he said.

“I don’t want your official past. You know, the past you put out to the public. I need the past you don’t talk about.”

“Under one condition,” he said.

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sp; “What?”

“I’ll answer any question you ask if you promise to answer it in return.”

“Fine, if that’s what it takes,” I said. “How many past lovers have you had?”

“Dated or slept with?”