Lure (A Hitman's Bait 1) - Page 8

“Which is?”

“Nolan won’t let me go just like that. I’m his highest earner.”

“Do you want to work for Nolan?”

He dropped his eyes, and for the first time since we met, he seemed uncomfortable. He plucked at the fur at the neckline of the bathrobe.

“No, but it could be worse. He doesn’t abuse us or anything. Unless we do something wrong, like steal from him.”

“And let me guess. You’re his favorite?”

Bright spots appeared on his cheeks. “Well, yeah, I make him good money.”

But that isn’t all, is it?I snapped my mouth shut before I could ask the obnoxious question that had absolutely nothing to do with me.

“I’ll ask again. Do you want to go back to your pimp? I’ll drive you there now if you’re positive that’s what you want.”

“No.” He whispered the word. “But my stuff is there. I need to get it.”

“Anything you’re attached to?”

“Not really, but it’s mine. I want it.”

I held out a hand before he could get agitated over me suggesting he left his stuff behind. “It’s okay. I’ll get your things for you by tomorrow. I just need you to tell me where I can find them.”

“On second thought, maybe it’s best to leave them. If you try to confront Nolan—”

“Let me worry about that. The only thing you should worry about is employing all your charm when it’s needed.”

“Is it needed now?” He blinked up at me innocently.

“I’m not gay,” I said clearly.

“Bi? Pan? Curious?”

“Nope. Just plain straight and boring. I’m whatever I need to be to get the job done.”

“A pity. About the straight thing, I mean. I doubt you’re boring.”

“Get dressed,” I said. “We need to leave the hotel. We’ll stay somewhere else for the night.”

He dropped back onto the bed and rolled all over the mattress. “But I just got here. This bed is so comfy. I’ve been sleeping on a bunk bed for the past six months.”

Spread out on the bed, he looked like a starfish. An adorable starfish who shouldn’t get involved with me. He probably wouldn’t have if I’d been completely honest with him about what exactly I did and who I worked for.

“What if I promise where I’m taking you for the night is just as nice?”

He sat up. “I’m listening.”

“Get dressed. Tomorrow, we’ll find you suitable accommodations and a new wardrobe.”

He rolled off the bed and ran for the bathroom. “I can’t decide yet if this is better than when I thought I’d have sex with you tonight!” At the door, he stopped and spun around. “Wait. Don’t you want to know my name?”

“Yes, I’ll need it to set you up with your new life, but bear in mind that to me, you’re simply bait.”

A flash of something crossed his features, but it was gone before I could identify what it was.

“I go by Kit. Kitson Sherman. What about you? Do you have a name?”

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