Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
I laugh out loud. “Fish face, who is fish face?”
“The idiot behind the counter who looks like a fish,” she stammers with the napkin over her face as she looks around in embarrassment.
I can’t help it, I laugh out loud again.
“My tongue has third degree burns from that bitch,” she stammers. “Surely you don’t have to ask for coffee to be at a drinkable temperature, now do you?”
I shrug. “Mine’s fine.”
“Yes, well you’re good looking with a penis. We already know that,” she mutters as she wipes the table.
“What time is your friend coming over?” I ask. “Do I know her?”
Her eyes meet mine. “No, not really. I’m going to text her and tell her not to come. I want you to myself.”
She starts to text and I feel a contentment sweep over me as I lean back in my chair and drink my coffee. Bridget walks in and over to us.
“Don’t get the coffee unless you want a tongue transplant,” Natasha snaps as she keeps texting.
Bridget laughs. “Mmm, fish face to the rescue again hey.”
I raise my eyebrows as I smirk again. “You call her fish face as well?” I ask.
“With those silicone lips that title is well deserved,” Bridget mutters as she searches for her wallet in her handbag.
“Who are you texting?” Bridget asks Natasha.
“Umm, you know Jes, my girlfriend from work.” Bridget frowns.
“No.”
“Don’t worry then,” Natasha snaps as she puts her phone onto the table. She glares at Bridget.
“For God’s sake, go and tell her the coffee is too hot if it’s that much of an issue,” Bridget sighs.
My phone rings. It’s Murph and I answer. “Hello.”
“We got a problem.”
I frown. “We do?” I ask as I sit in my chair.
“Hooker says she is sending the email tonight to Natasha if you don’t ring her immediately.”
My eyes flick to the girls who are deep in discussion and I stand and walk over to the window.
“What do you mean?” I answer angrily. “I don’t want to speak to her.” I look back towards the girls to ensure they can’t hear what is being said.
“Yes, I know,” he answers quietly.
“I thought you said you were handling this,” I whisper angrily as my blood pressure rises.
“Look, I think we should go to the police,” he says flatly.
I frown and look out the window and into the parking lot below. “It will be too late then. I’m warning you, Adrian, if Natasha sees this tape someone is going to die,” I whisper angrily as I look around again.
He stays silent as he thinks.
“Well, what do you want to do then?” he asks.
I try to think of a solution. “Hack Natasha’s email and crash the system to give me time to think.”
“I don’t know how to do that.”
“Get someone else to fucking do it then,” I snap as my angry eyes glare at Ben who is standing at the back of the cafeteria. He frowns in question.
“I think the less people who know about this the better. You had better come back here and do it yourself,” Adrian asserts.
I roll my eyes in frustration. “Fine. See you soon.” I hang up angrily and turn to see Tash and Didge still deep in discussion. What in the hell am I going to say about where I am going? I have just told her I want to stay home alone with her tonight.
Ben walks over to me. “Is everything ok?” he asks.
I glare at him. “No, everything is not ok,” I whisper. “Because of your staff’s incompetence the hooker is sending the email to Natasha tonight.” I rub my forehead in frustration.
His eyes widen.
“Ben, I will say this once, if Natasha sees the tape some- one’s head is going to roll.”
He shakes his head in frustration. “Josh, I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how this has happened.”
“Do I need to remind you?” I snap angrily and walk back to the girls. I take a seat back at the table and my eyes linger on Natasha’s beautiful face with my heart pounding in my chest. Maybe I should just tell her.
Natasha smiles and takes my hand over the table and I feel myself melt a little.
“How’s your tongue?” I smirk.
“Burnt to oblivion,” she replies flatly.
I smile. I can’t tell her. Who am I kidding? I need to find out her email addresses so I can hack the systems. How in the hell am I going to do that? This is abysmal.
I need to speak to Cameron. He’ll think of something, he always does. “I’m going to go back upstairs. I will meet you up there,” I say as I squeeze Natasha’s hand across the table, and she smiles.
“Okay, see you up there,” she replies.
I stand and leave the cafeteria. I need to find Cameron…and fast.
Natasha
I watch Joshua leave the cafeteria followed by his security team. “Oh my God, Bridget, this is a disaster,” I stammer as I grab her arm over the table.