34| Maverick.

“Now's not the time or place, Angel. Besides, only good girls get what they ask for, and you showing up here unguarded was a seriously naughty thing to do.”

She blinks at me, lowering her skirt, and she stands up. “Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, and you won't hear me begging you, Maverick.” I watch as she walks to the door and sticks her head out, looking left then right. “See you at dinner,” she calls over her shoulder. “Oh, Thomas…” She calls out to one of my barmen in a singsong voice that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

“Why are you calling for Thomas?”

How the fuck does she know who Thomas is too?

“I need a problem solver,” she says and turns to look at Thomas when he reaches her. “Hey, Thomas. Do you consider yourself to be a problem solver?"

Thomas’s gaze nervously darts between me and Arnica before he finally decides to answer.

“Well… I've always been told that I have a knack for solving the impossible, most times.”

I bite down on my molars, silently