The Kane Series Boxset by Stylo Fantome

Author:Stylo Fantome [Fantome, Stylo]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: BattleAxe Productions
Published: 2019-07-21T16:00:00+00:00

“TATE?” JAMESON CALLED out, opening the door to the condo. He didn't see her anywhere, but he could hear music floating out from the bedroom. He opened the door wide and nodded, gesturing for the four large men behind him to enter the room. They all trailed in, carrying boxes and tape and plastic wrap. Jameson left them to it.

“Tatum,” he said her name again, walking down the hallway.

“In here!” she called back. His bedroom door was wide open, and he followed the music to the closet.

She was standing in front of her clothes, bumping her hips from side to side, following the beat. She was only wearing a lacy pair of booty shorts and a shelf bra. Her hair was a messy pile on her head. She was pouting her bottom lip out, trying to decide what to wear.

“What are you doing?” he asked, taking his gloves off as he walked towards her. She glanced at him.

“Getting dressed. What is this restaurant like? Heels? Stockings?” Tate asked, running her hand along some hangers.

“We're not going out to eat,” Jameson told her. She finally turned to face him.

“We're not? You said -,” Tate started.

“I know what I said. Plans change sometimes,” he snapped. She blinked at him in surprise, then smiled. He had been hoping to stir up a fight, but it looked like he was stirring up something else.

“Ooohhh, have a bad day?” she purred, pressing herself against him. Her body shivered when it came in contact with his cold clothing. Boston was still in the grip of winter – Jameson missed Marbella more than he would've thought possible.

“No. Actually, I had a very interesting day,” he replied, running his hands up and down her arms.

“How so?” she asked, sliding her arms around his waist. He dragged his hands up to her neck and held them there, then started walking backwards, forcing her to follow.

“I had lunch,” he replied.

“I assumed you had lunch every day. I didn't realize it was such a novel experience,” she snorted.

“I do have lunch every day. Today, I had lunch with Sanders,” Jameson continued, stopping them when he got near the bed. Her arms got stiff around him.

“Sanders? How is he? I haven't seen him in a couple days,” she asked, but he could see something in her eyes. Maybe wariness? Nervousness. What was she nervous about?

“Lunch with Sanders, and Angier,” his voice got quiet.

Tate laughed and pulled away from him, climbed up onto the bed. When she was standing, she turned towards him and began to lightly bounce on the mattress. He had trouble not staring at her breasts.

“That must have been really interesting. Did anyone get stabbed?” she asked. He shook his head.

“No. It wasn't so bad,” he replied.

“What did you guys talk about?” she questioned, a practiced air of innocence surrounding her voice. Too bad he already knew there wasn't anything innocent about Tatum O'Shea.

“You,” he replied honestly. Her eyes got wide and she stopped bouncing.

“Really? And what did you say about me?” she asked.

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