to meet you in person. It’s been good that we spent time getting to know each other, right?
He’d gotten to know her. He’d gotten to know how sweet she was, how naïve and weirdly innocent. He wasn’t sure what to do with a woman who played so innocent.
What if she really was innocent? He didn’t mean that in a sexual fashion. Virginity meant less than nothing to him. But that lack of true cynicism was something he didn’t understand. Who did what she did? She gave up her comfy life to help people she didn’t know.
His eyes strayed back to that picture of her. He needed to understand her. “Tell me about the sister.”
Send me another picture.
He was fairly certain either Theo or Erin had been on the other end of the camera, so he was likely going to get ribbed about that. He could handle it. He wanted another picture of her.
“Hope McDonald.” Tag nodded toward the back wall where there was a monitor affixed.
A picture of a blonde came up. She was smiling but it didn’t reach her eyes. He sat back and looked at her. Smart suit. Perfect makeup. Not a hair out of place. On the surface someone might think she was prettier than her younger sister.
Those people were dimwits.
His laptop dinged and a picture of Faith filled the screen. Fuck. His dick was hard. She was smiling without inhibition. She looked into the camera and radiated outward. Erin stood beside her, smiling with her friend. Damn. Even Erin looked happy next to Faith. The two women were holding glasses of wine. Erin was drinking red and Faith a white. A Pinot Grigio likely. She’d ordered several bottles of Noir and Grigio off the Internet along with a case of beer and a bottle of tequila from a local liquor store. She’d paid with her credit card and had it delivered with instructions to leave the boxes inside the courtyard of the chalet. He’d watched her every move, read her every e-mail for the last several weeks, watched every place she went to on the Internet.
She liked some fairly dirty porn. She was attracted to the fetish movies and she went there directly after their conversations. He could get her hot, give her what she needed. He’d done all the training he needed to be able to fit into his role, but he hadn’t really gotten it until he’d started talking to Faith. It had been something to learn. He needed to dominate this woman. He needed to top her. Only her.
And that disturbed him.
“Hope graduated from Johns Hopkins, did her residency at Massachusetts General. She worked as a surgeon specializing in neurology until she quit seven years ago and joined Kronberg Pharmaceuticals.” Tag clicked the remote in his hand and the picture changed. There was a list of the financials of Kronberg. Two billion a year in income. They were on the leading edge of medical technology. “She works in research, but she’s got a ton of connections, and that’s where Faith comes in.”
Beautiful, sweetheart. Enjoy your evening. Tomorrow, you’re mine. Let Theo take care of you in my absence.
“What do you mean that’s where Faith comes in?” His eyes trailed back to the pictures. He would hoard all the ones she’d sent him, looking at them over and over again. She liked to send him pictures of her relaxing, a glass of wine in her hand, but he’d seen her be serious, too. They’d talked over FaceTime at least once a day and she’d talked to him about her job. She’d told him about the clinic she ran and what it meant to her.
She hadn’t talked about Ghana. Even when he’d asked if there was anything about her job that scared her. She’d simply said losing children. Her mouth had turned down and she’d changed the subject.
Did she still dream about it?
Tag went on. “Kronberg has funded the majority of her vaccination campaign for the last few years. In exchange she gives them data on infection rates and vaccination protocols. She shares data so she can get drugs.”
That didn’t seem so bad to Ten. It seemed to him like
He’d gotten to know her. He’d gotten to know how sweet she was, how naïve and weirdly innocent. He wasn’t sure what to do with a woman who played so innocent.
What if she really was innocent? He didn’t mean that in a sexual fashion. Virginity meant less than nothing to him. But that lack of true cynicism was something he didn’t understand. Who did what she did? She gave up her comfy life to help people she didn’t know.
His eyes strayed back to that picture of her. He needed to understand her. “Tell me about the sister.”
Send me another picture.
He was fairly certain either Theo or Erin had been on the other end of the camera, so he was likely going to get ribbed about that. He could handle it. He wanted another picture of her.
“Hope McDonald.” Tag nodded toward the back wall where there was a monitor affixed.
A picture of a blonde came up. She was smiling but it didn’t reach her eyes. He sat back and looked at her. Smart suit. Perfect makeup. Not a hair out of place. On the surface someone might think she was prettier than her younger sister.
Those people were dimwits.
His laptop dinged and a picture of Faith filled the screen. Fuck. His dick was hard. She was smiling without inhibition. She looked into the camera and radiated outward. Erin stood beside her, smiling with her friend. Damn. Even Erin looked happy next to Faith. The two women were holding glasses of wine. Erin was drinking red and Faith a white. A Pinot Grigio likely. She’d ordered several bottles of Noir and Grigio off the Internet along with a case of beer and a bottle of tequila from a local liquor store. She’d paid with her credit card and had it delivered with instructions to leave the boxes inside the courtyard of the chalet. He’d watched her every move, read her every e-mail for the last several weeks, watched every place she went to on the Internet.
She liked some fairly dirty porn. She was attracted to the fetish movies and she went there directly after their conversations. He could get her hot, give her what she needed. He’d done all the training he needed to be able to fit into his role, but he hadn’t really gotten it until he’d started talking to Faith. It had been something to learn. He needed to dominate this woman. He needed to top her. Only her.
And that disturbed him.
“Hope graduated from Johns Hopkins, did her residency at Massachusetts General. She worked as a surgeon specializing in neurology until she quit seven years ago and joined Kronberg Pharmaceuticals.” Tag clicked the remote in his hand and the picture changed. There was a list of the financials of Kronberg. Two billion a year in income. They were on the leading edge of medical technology. “She works in research, but she’s got a ton of connections, and that’s where Faith comes in.”
Beautiful, sweetheart. Enjoy your evening. Tomorrow, you’re mine. Let Theo take care of you in my absence.
“What do you mean that’s where Faith comes in?” His eyes trailed back to the pictures. He would hoard all the ones she’d sent him, looking at them over and over again. She liked to send him pictures of her relaxing, a glass of wine in her hand, but he’d seen her be serious, too. They’d talked over FaceTime at least once a day and she’d talked to him about her job. She’d told him about the clinic she ran and what it meant to her.
She hadn’t talked about Ghana. Even when he’d asked if there was anything about her job that scared her. She’d simply said losing children. Her mouth had turned down and she’d changed the subject.
Did she still dream about it?
Tag went on. “Kronberg has funded the majority of her vaccination campaign for the last few years. In exchange she gives them data on infection rates and vaccination protocols. She shares data so she can get drugs.”
That didn’t seem so bad to Ten. It seemed to him like
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