“My assistant,” Marcos said tonelessly, swirling his newly poured scotch in his hand. Helping himself to a bag of nuts he obtained from the bar. Twisting around, he faced his newest guest, the inquisitive Jack Williams-ex corporate spy and now self-made millionaire. His heart still pumped hot inside his veins and his head swam with a thousand thoughts, all of them X-rated. The pressure in his chest mounted with the distance. Silent, Marcos stood at the living room window and broodingly watched the car pull away with Virginia inside it.įrom the penthouse, the Lincoln looked like a sleek black beetle, slipping into the intermittent traffic before the apartment building.
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