Naked Lies: Passion, Jealousy, Murder. He has billions, she has his heart. (Naked Erotic Romance Series Book 2) by Karen Botha

Author:Karen Botha [Botha, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2017-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

The early hour means the taxi journey is unhindered by traffic, but it’s still long enough for us to acclimate to the cab temperature. With the additional comfort of body heat, we've thawed through. When we alight, the chill of the early morning air creeps round our skin like ivy, wrapping every underexposed limb.

The flower hall is a vast and very grey indoor market. Stalls are already trading, and the atmosphere bustles with the start of a fresh day of business. Each person in this building has a purpose. Except us. We wander around the infinite space without a plan, other than to locate Jack.

‘I don’t have the foggiest idea where he’ll be,’ I say. Nor even whether he will even turn up here today. But what harm can this do?

We pass a cafe, the glass frontage covered in hand written neon signs.

‘Come on, let’s stop by and get a hot tea,’ I say, dragging Lucy by the hand.

She nods, ‘Sounds amazing,’ and hangs on my arm as I make my detour.

The queue at the counter is five deep. We join the end and focus on the menu above the tills.

‘I hadn’t even realised I was hungry,’ Lucy says.

She’s right. ‘Me neither. Bacon sandwich?’ I ask.

‘Perfect.’

Decision made, I look around at the tables. I eye a vacant one in the furthest corner. I’m about to send Lucy to take up residence when my glance falls on a familiar face.

Our butties arrive, I pay, and we make a bee line.

‘Jack! I should have thought to look in here straight away.’ We join Jack’s considerable figure along with our steaming cuppa and food package.

‘Oh, Adam! How are you? Take a seat. What was all that about at the fundraiser the other night?’ Jack stands bumping the small table with his stomach.

Lucy introduces herself and we both sit. I wrap my hands around my boiling tea, then remove them remembering the warmth from the coffee in the police station. Before I’ve finished explaining the whole sordid tale behind my humiliation at the charity event, Jack holds up a hand.

‘Sorry to interrupt, but I have heard about this.’

‘Oh?’ I say. ‘I was hoping you may have.’

‘Yes, the word is that you have been transporting young refugee girls from all over the place and renting the underage ones out in your casino. Fresh meat for the high rollers.’

‘Oh, I hoped you’d be able to help from your importing side, I didn’t realise this was circulating round the casino.’

‘Oh yes, it’s fairly common knowledge on the floor; seems like the perverts have few obstacles in renting out the teenagers they’ve kidnapped. Payment is cash, of course.’

‘Who to?’

‘I'm not sure, it’s not my kind of fetish to be honest, so I’ve not had cause to find out. But I can ask around.’

I could find the answer to this myself, but considering I’m in the middle of being framed, I agree.

‘No problem. So, you’re being fingered for it then?’

‘Hmm… What exactly is going on Jack?’

My hair stands on end as Jack tells me virgins are being sold to the highest bidder.

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