Play it Filthy (Kings of the Tower Book 4) by May Sage

Author:May Sage [Sage, May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Madam's Books
Published: 2019-01-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 10

She called later than he would have thought she would, but she called, nonetheless.

"Hester. A pleasure. Are you off the clock now?"

"Obviously. Did you send me alcohol and chocolate?"

Like her boss, she wasn't into beating around the bush.

"Depends. Would I be in trouble if I had?"

"Women have evolved beyond falling for gifts and flattery," she replied hotly. "But I also happen to really like chocolate, so I'm keeping it."

He'd expected complaints and objections rather than a thank you, so he just laughed. "I certainly didn't intend to demand it back."

"Well, good." After a pause, she said, "About that drink…"

"Friday?"

"I'm busy on Fridays."

"Saturday, then. Six o'clock. I can pick you up."

"Why would you? No one drives in the city."

She still hadn't said no, or yes, for that matter.

"Because that's the gentlemanly thing to do."

"I can pick myself up. Ed, has Desmond been in touch? About the key."

He wondered why her voice had changed suddenly. Gone was her teasing, daring tone that made it clear she was smiling on the other end of the phone. There was a certain tension now.

"As a matter of fact, he has."

"Oh. And…has he shown you around yet?"

The mystery surrounding that stupid little key was killing him. What the hell was it all about, and why did Hester sound so apprehensive when it was brought up?

"He's taking me on a date in a couple of hours. What does it have to do with anything?"

She snorted. "All right, how about you go have fun with Desmond tonight, and you call me tomorrow about that drink."

He paused. "You're under the impression that Desmond will put me off you. You give your boss too much credit. I don't even like the guy."

Now it was her turn to laugh. "Of course you don't. You're way too much like him; you were bound to clash."

She wasn't wrong.

"I don't think Desmond will put you off me. I think Desmond will show you a better way to spend your time in this lovely city. Tomorrow. And don't worry. I'm not expecting a call."

She hung up without another word, leaving him certain of one thing.

No matter what, he was going to call her the next day.

Edmund had dinner in the hotel restaurant, all the while emailing the members of his family who mattered to him. Malcolm's funeral was set for the following Tuesday; he knew his uncle, mother, and Cici would make it. His cousin Vanessa McNamara was quick to confirm that she'd travel up from DC for it. No surprise there. No one else from her side of the family sent anything.

His dessert had just arrived when a familiar figure entered the restaurant, a tall, stunning, wild-haired woman on his arm. Desmond's companion was a mixed-race beauty with a dazzling smile. She also happened to be very pregnant.

They spotted him and headed to his table, Desmond grave and the woman sweet and welcoming.

"Hello there. That looks good." Her eyes were on his poire belle helene as she sat in an empty seat in front of him.

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