Page 43 of Nothing to You
“Do you have the cash for that?”
“No, but we can hack their Huddle data.Link into their other accounts online.There has to be one or two incriminating pictures in there, right?”
“We can hack them?”he asked, seizing her wrist to pull her closer.“We?”
“I’m sure I have something you want.”
He snickered.“Do you?What’s the list?”
“Potential backers for Huddle Hope.”
“Others?My money isn’t good enough?”
“We have multiple reasons.One of which is—”
“Risk dissemination.”
She smiled and ruffled his hair.“See, you’re not just a pretty face.”
“Fundraising too.Took you time to catch up to it,” he said.“We can’t profit from this.”
“No.”
“So your list is…”
“People we’d like to talk to, maybe put a presentation together and see if we can tempt them to join our endeavor.”
“You’re good at tempting.”
“Anyone on that list you’re feuding with?Anyone’s wife you’re screwing?Or husband?Teenage daughter?Housekeeper?Or is the pool boy more your thing?”
“Maybe.”
“Can you put us in touch with any of the names on the list?”
“Maybe.”
Maybe.Maybe.Maybe.
Walking up against her, he kept going until her back hit the door.
“Can we use your name?”she asked, coiling her fingers around his tie.
“You’ve gotta launch yourself out there on your own one day, kid.”
“Yeah, but this isn’t that day, is it?”she asked, increasing the pull to draw him lower.“You want to help me.”
“I’ll think about it.”One corner of his mouth curled in such sinister seduction, a wave of anticipation swept her prickling skin.“If you make it worth my while.”
“How would you like me to do that?”
“Use your imagination, pretty girl.What you got that I want?”
Slowly, her tongue swept across her upper lip.“Maybe… one thing.”
“Oh, you have more than one thing I want,” he said, his fingers curling in her hair right at the base of her skull.“I can think of three right off the bat.”
And it wasn’t easy to restrain her smile.The innocent thing went better, especially when it was such an obvious ruse.
