Page 46 of False Comeback

“What do you mean?” he asked curiously. With a hint of apprehension.

“Like, can you access the footage and stuff?” I pulled open the fridge and gave him a big smile. “Creamer?”

“Yeah…” he said slowly, narrowing his eyes at me again.

My pulse leaped. “Yes to the access or yes to the creamer?”

“Yes to the creamer,” he said flatly. “Why do you want to access the security cam footage, Vince?”

“I’m just asking if you can,” I said brightly, pouring a splash of creamer into his coffee.

He pulled open a drawer and grabbed a spoon to stir it. “I mean, yes. I can. But so can the security guys upstairs.”

Shit. I was going to have to butter Yuri and Serge up after this too.

“Ah. Interesting.” I nodded thoughtfully, which made Rafe snort.

“What did you do?”

My palms began to sweat a little, even though I’d come up with what I thought was a pretty believable—and mostly false—reason for wanting Rafe to delete last night’s security cam footage.

Except I hadn’t found out if he could actually do that yet.

Glancing over my shoulder again, I shuffled closer and lowered my voice. “Okay look, man, can you delete some footage? You’d be doing me a huge favour.”

Rafe tensed a little, dropping the spoon in the sink. “Why?”

“I…” I glanced back a third time. “I may have fucked up. Nothing too bad, but… not something I want Holt to find out. And if he ever happens to watch last night’s security footage of the arena…”

“What did you do in the arena?” Rafe asked in alarm.

Dropping my voice to a hiss, I told him, “I may have brought a guy down here last night after everyone was gone. And we may have… fucked in the ring.”

Rafe spluttered. “What the fuck, Vince?”

“He was a holiath!” I said quickly. I’d got the story all figured out. This was going to work.

“What the fuck is a holiath?”

“It’s what the…” I waved a hand. “Groupies call themselves. We don’t call them that, obviously. But he was… yeah, he was just into the whole wrestling thing. Asked me to fuck him in the ring. So I did.”

“Jesus Christ,” Rafe muttered, shaking his head as he picked up his mug.

“Come on, man,” I said, a little pleadingly. “Don’t act like you and Dan haven’t done stuff in your office.”

Rafe’s cheeks flushed a dark purple as he glared at me. “That’s not the route to go down when you’re trying to butter me up. Especially if I’m going to have to sit there watching footage of you boning some dude in the arena.”

“No,” I blurted immediately, panic streaking through me. “No, you wouldn’t watch. I wouldn’t make you watch that, bro. But… does that mean you’ll do it?” I asked hopefully.

“I haven’t agreed to it,” he said quickly, casting his own wary glance at the doorway. “If Holt realises…”

“How often does he watch the security footage back?” I asked nervously.

Rafe made a face. “I mean, never, as far as I know.”

My shoulders sagged in relief. “So he won’t find out. It’s not like anything else happened in the arena yesterday that would make him want to watch it.”

“Just you fucking someone in the ring,” Rafe deadpanned.