Hunter: Perfect Revenge (Perfectly Book 3)
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Princess scowled. “I’ll have tequila, salt, and a slice of lemon.” Charlie nodded. Princess pointed to the table in the dark, far corner. “I’ll take it over there,” she added, and he watched the sway of her hips as she headed for the corner.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Charlie said briskly. “I’ll bring it to you.”
When Pierce told Princess, “I’ll join you,” Charlie’s face dimmed by about fifty watts.
Over her shoulder, Princess said, “In that case, bring a bottle. With a couple of lemons and a knife.”
They sat, she on the padded bench, in the corner like she had in the car. He took a chair and leaned on the table. “Did you eat?” he asked her. “Do you want something?”
Her head moved once: no. Charlie brought the tequila bottle on a tray with two shot glasses, slices of lemon, and a pile of salt on a plate. She poured two shots. Pierce’s eyes didn’t leave Princess as he thanked Charlie.
As soon as Charlie left, Princess made a fist, licked the side with her thumb, dropped some salt on in a little pile, and licked it straight off. Then she bit into a slice of lemon and sunk the shot.
Without looking up, she poured another and did the same again.
Her voice was steady but thin. “Was he really… I mean, did he do those things?”
“You mean—”
“Don’t say his name, okay?”
Pierce paused. “Yes, he did. There was plenty of evidence for a conviction. There wasn’t any doubt. The police just never found him.”
“But you did.” She was still looking down.
“That was easy. I was looking in the other direction.”
“What do you mean?”
“I found him because I needed the rights on that property, so then I wanted to know who he was and where he came from. Any time I’m making a serious deal—any kind of a deal, really—I want to know everything there is to know about the guy on the other side of the table.”
“Like Dale Horner?”
“Pretty much.”
“You didn’t need to be so generous to him, though.”
“To Dale? I wasn’t generous at all. That’s what I mean about doing the research on the other party. Nothing less would have made him want to sell.”
“The school fees, I get that. You didn’t have to lease the land back to him though, did you?”
Pierce grinned. “You bet I did. He thinks he’s getting a great deal there, but I’m getting the land cared for and looked after for free.” He took his shot, with the salt and lemon.
So, she had followed all of that through. Even after the events of the morning, she kept all of that straight in her head. She was sharp, no doubt about it.
“Well,” he said, pouring shots in both glasses, “I’m glad you came down. I was wondering if you might be in need of a little distraction. Something in the way of recreation.”
Now she looked up. Her eyes were dark and liquid and her voice was absolutely level. She put her hand over his. “If you’re thinking about entertainment, Mr. Agostini, I suggest you get back to Charlie. She’s so hot for you that if she got out of her pants too fast, it would give her the bends.”
Pierce Agostini had never wanted a woman so much in all of his life as he wanted Princess right then.
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