43. McCarthy
MCCARTHY
I want to take her upstairs and eat her out until she’s moaning and begging for my cock, until she finally tells me she loves me.
But the banquet is soon, and I have a show to put on.
Sifting through the HopeWorks files was like raiding a honeybee hive.
There’s a whole email chain from Rex about a sex dungeon, joking about how he needs the HopeWorks charity to do something good for him.
Nathan’s cheating on his current baby momma with the wife of a major donor.
Jenna’s dad, Devin, is funneling money to small charities that his frat brothers’ wives run as their personal shopping funds.
The best part? The shady-ass financials throughout the whole organization—and Joseph and the rest of the board of directors are in on it.
The whole rotten house of cards is coming down tonight. Then Jenna will be well and truly mine. Forever.
I run product through my hair. It’s stuff I swiped from Salinger the last time I was at his place. No, I’m not copying his hairstyle—mine’s parted on the left, not the right.
In the bedroom next door to mine, a hair dryer runs.
I smooth down the front of my tuxedo jacket and check the breast pocket to see that my notes are there. Then I pick up the blue leather jewelry box.
The stylists pack up busily as Jenna walks out into the hallway.
I stare at her, transfixed.
“So, this is the one I picked,” she says finally. “Truman’s got a matching bow tie.”
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whisper. I kiss her lightly, careful of the dewy makeup.
“I have something for you.”
“I told you I don’t need—”
I open the box.
“Wow.” Jenna purses her mouth as she looks down at the jewelry set. “Isn’t that what I picked out for Sable that you rejected? What a nice gift.”
“Knew it.” My mouth twitches in a smirk. “I knew you wanted a man to buy you expensive presents.”
“No, I-I don’t,” she stammers. “Just… It’s fine. Give it here.”
I hold the box up high where she can’t reach. “Don’t worry. I know you have that weird thing with gifts,” I remind her as I settle the diamond necklace in the V of soft skin framed by the burgundy dress. “So I didn’t buy you anything new.”
The jewelry scatters glitters of light over her skin as I fasten the matching bracelet.
“Besides, I think I told you when you showed up with it in the first place…” I press a kiss to the crook of her neck. “That I want to fuck you with this jewelry on.”
“I would have been fine with a vibrator.”
“You delight in dropping hellfire missiles on my heart, Cupcake.” I offer her my arm. “We don’t want to miss our big moment.”
She hesitates when I hold out my hand, her wrist heavy with the diamond bracelet.
“What is it? Don’t you trust me? Don’t you love me?”