Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“We’ve dealt with messier.”
“I’m aware.” Waiting until post swing to proceed is easy. “Governors. Senators. CEOS. CFOS.”
He turns towards me to display an arrogant grin.
“New money. Old money.”
“You did your homework.”
“That’s the only way I enter negotiations, Mr. Marshall-Green.”
An impressed hum is followed by him waving an open palm to imply it’s my turn.
“And had you done yours,” my frame remains unmoving, “you would have it in your files that your assignment happens to be one involving the daughter of an acquaintance, the daughter who I am quite close to, meaning anything he might want or fathom needing I will personally provide. Yes, dealing with those in law enforcement may be theoretically neater than that of a politician, but dealing with a grief-stricken father assisted by a vengeance led counselor will be far, far from clean.”
At that Marshall-Green twitches a glare. “What exactly are you proposing?”
“Cancel the contract you currently have and accept one from us.”
“The current contractor holder isn’t the type you simply…” his finger rolls around, clearly searching for the correct phrasing, “forgo.”
“Yes, royalty does have a tendency to pout when they don’t get their way.”
“How did you-”
“But switching from one royal member to another – particularly when they’re siblings – is merely just another Tuesday for them.”
He locks his grey glare onto my brown. “Terms?”
“My client is asking that you cancel hers-”
“Obviously.”
“-and switch to actively keeping the target alive.”
“Your client wants to hire the team for a security detail?”
“No.” Casually leaning on the nearby pillar is done in between statements. “My client wants you to run interference to prevent any new, outside contractors who become assigned the order by their agencies – which will naturally occur once you refuse to fulfill the assignment – from successfully executing the mission.”
Marshall-Green releases another hum, though this one is in obvious contemplation.
“You switch to working for her brother, and he will ultimately pay you more money, for less work.”
“Her brother is your client?”
“No, I work for a mutual party who has convinced the prince to extend this offer, so for the sake of this discussion we can refer to him as a client by extension.”
Huh.
I’m not sure that I’ve ever referred to Zero that way before.
Nonetheless, the statement still remains true.
He is a client.
One I’m on permeant retainer for, although it’s always pro-bono.
And someone I will do whatever is necessary to protect in or out of a courtroom.
The man across from me curiously cocks his head to the side. “What type of law do you practice exactly, Mr. Garcia?”
“Whatever type the person employing my service’s needs, Mr. Marshall-Green.”
He flashes a respectful smirk and tips his chin in acknowledgement.
“Do we have an agreement?” It’s my turn to maneuver my club for a theatrical affect. “Verbal first. Paperwork can be reviewed and signed after we’ve finished our buckets of balls.”
“I need to make a call.”
“Then make it.” The wink he’s shot precedes him walking towards the glass doors to enter the resort building. Post his disappearance, I shift my stare to the tiny mouthed, brunette that’s been assigned to our table. “Would you like to take a swing, Vanessa?”
She flirtatiously snickers, pulls her thin wavy hair to the side of her sandy shaded face, and coos, “Mr. Garcia-”
“Just Garcia is fine.”
“Garcia,” the correction is purred to no surprise, “I don’t think I’m supposed to play with the patrons.”
“Isn’t your job to tend to the patron?”
Her teeth steal a small bite of her filler injected lip. “It is.”
“Then tend to me,” escapes in an intendedly provocative nature.
“Yes, sir,” she coos prior to standing up for me to drink in.
So, I do.
Average height.
Petite.
Almost mousy.
No visible tats.
No distinguishing marks.
Very obedient.
Quiet.
All the things I “should” want according to the men I often spend too much time drinking mojitos or Moscow mules with.
She’d be easy to mold.
Eager to fit whatever bill was presented.
Shake whoever’s hand.
Suck whoever’s cock.
Let me suck whoever’s cock.
I hate it.
Well, I hate it for more than one night.
One go in the sack where I’m told everything I wanna hear and she does everything I want her to do and then we part our ways is what I’m quite accustomed to.
Helps me fulfill that duty without actually having to commit to it.
I just…never thought I would want something…more in my life.
Or different than the status quo.
Or a life with two people as opposed to the more traditional one.
I know from societal soap boxes people think it’s wrong, but is it?
Is it wrong when it’s three consenting adults making three consenting adult decisions?
What’s the case number to back the findings that say that it is?
The reference examples to be presented for support?
Are there any?
Vanessa reaches the space in front of me and dangles herself extremely close.
Close enough I can smell her coconut sunscreen and the cherry lip gloss sticking to her lips. “Want me to use your club?”