“What was that?” Alice followed Grady into her office, uneasy. She felt shaken by Fiorella Whoever, but couldn’t let it show. Even though the curse was crazy, did that woman really know who she was? How? Alice didn’t need any more surprises. The money had already been transferred, and all she had to do was conduct business as usual, keeping a lid on any suspicions for just a few more hours.
“I don’t know what that was. Something Italian, with a British accent?” Grady walked around her desk, sat down in her chair, then bent over and popped up with the yellow DHL envelope, to the Bahamian bank.
Oh no! “I must’ve dropped that.” Alice reached for the envelope, but Grady was already reading the address.
“BSB? What’s this, you representing them?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t know you were doing banking matters. That’s tricky, especially offshore. What’s the case?”
“A small litigation matter. Contract dispute.”
“Who’s your local counsel in Nassau? I’ve used Lawrence Bastone. He’s pretty good and he won’t undermine you with the client.”
“I forget, I’m still freaked by Fiorella.” Alice had to get out of this conversation. She took the DHL envelope and set it aside. “You ever see anything like her?”
“No, she was a natural force, like a volcano. Mount Etna. Vesuvius. Pompeii.”
“Or merely delusional.”
“On the contrary, I think she had your number.”
Gulp.
“You are evil.” Grady smiled, in a sexy way.
“You got that right.” Alice kissed him, teasing him with her tongue. She let her fingers slip to his thigh, then slide to his crotch. He’d forget about BSB bank if his blood went elsewhere. “I am evil, I just don’t look it. Nobody knows what I’m capable of, except you.”
“Keep it that way.”
“I will.” Alice pressed herself into his lap, feeling the hardness there. His hand moved to her breast, and she knew she was home free.