Playing Dead_ A Novel of Suspense - Allison Brennan [63]
“—and then there’s Harper,” Hamilton was saying. “Jeffrey, are you listening?”
“Of course.”
“Are you alone?”
“Yes,” he lied smoothly. He watched Julie turn herself on. He was fully clothed, of course. He didn’t have time to go through the motions of foreplay and seduction. He didn’t care if Julie or whoever he decided to favor that day got off or not. Jeffrey would be the first to admit that it was all about him and his pleasure, and if the woman didn’t like it, he had plenty to choose from.
Hamilton warned him repeatedly about a potential sexual harassment scandal, but Jeffrey was careful. He paid his staff well and he paid extra well for favors like the one Julie was doing for him now. She looked at him and he motioned for her to keep going. He was getting hard, but Hamilton was worse than a cold shower.
“Jeffrey, what if the O’Brien girl makes the same connection between Taverton and Lowe?”
“She won’t,” Jeffrey said. “And don’t use names. You should know better. We have it under control. Don’t panic. As long as we keep our cool, we’re fine. Got it? I have to go, I have another major donor meeting and I don’t want to be late.”
He hung up before Hamilton could protest.
“Spread your legs more,” he told Julie.
“Like this?” She bent her knees so they were flush against the couch, spreading her wet pink lips. He loved young, limber girls. Julie was twenty. Hardly jailbait. He was extra careful about that.
Jeffrey was also single, so adultery was not even in the picture. He had several high-profile “girlfriends” for the paparazzi, and it was well-known he was a bit of a playboy. But he used his easy charm and powerful charisma to parlay that into somewhat of a following. Women came to him for sex. He never had to go looking for it.
“Good.” His cock twitched. “When was the first time you fucked yourself?”
“I don’t remember.” She was growing a little flushed, but he sensed she was still nervous about being caught. That was part of the thrill.
“Take your fingers and push them in.”
“I’d rather have you do it.”
“I’m sure you would.” He took his cock out of his pants. He was semi-hard. “Like it?”
“You know I do.”
“Maybe I’ll let you suck it later. Go deeper.”
She inserted two fingers and pushed them deep inside her. What he really wanted was to watch Julie and another woman go at it, then take them each in turn. He liked having power over many women, having lots of choices.
But he had to be careful about that. The last time he’d gone too far into his fantasy he almost lost everything. Hamilton had to fix it. Jeffrey didn’t like having to call Hamilton in to fix anything because he held it over him forever.
He watched Julie and thought about a different blonde.
Another problem Hamilton had to fix.
Jeffrey had picked up the hitchhiker on Highway 80 on the California-Nevada border. He was on his way back from Reno where he’d lost fifty thousand and change. He was angry, at the casinos and the cheating blackjack dealers.
Fifty thousand. From the campaign. Fuck. He’d have to talk to Richie about how to replace it without anyone knowing. Richie was good at that kind of stuff.
He pulled over because she flashed a little leg. He needed a diversion. He rolled down the passenger window and she ran over. He didn’t unlock the door yet. “Hey,” she said.
“What’s your name?”
“Niki.”
“Where’re you going?”
“San Francisco.”
“I’ll take you as far as Sacramento.”
“Great.”
“What’ll you give me?”
She rolled her eyes, then smiled. “How about a blow job?”
“Deal.”
He drove forty minutes. They were still east of Auburn. “Let’s pull over here.”
“I’ll do it while you drive.”
“I don’t want to crash the car.”
“Oh,