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THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR Chapter 39
“What the fuck, Grant?” I whisper angrily.Grant gives me an amused grin. “Well, well, well. Somebody’s jealous.”Now I want to punch him in his perfect little face.“I’m not jealous,” I protest, a little too heatedly.“Look, you don’t have anything to worry about.”“I’m not worried,” I protest again, way too heatedly.And I’m not, I tell myself. Why would I be worried? I don’t have any right to be worried. We’re not married. He hasn’t promised me anything. He doesn’t owe me anything. We haven’t even talked about what ‘this’ – our relationship, if you can call it that – is. I’m not his girlfriend, he’s not my boyfriend. We can sleep with whomever we want.I don’t voice any of that aloud, though – especially not that last sentence.Still, the thought of him and Dominique together, naked in bed, is enough to tie my stomach into knots.It’s kind of funny, in a fucked-up sort of way. A few hours ago I was telling myself I wasn’t in love with Grant, that I couldn’t fall in love with him, t
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Once we’re back in the main room, Grant claps his hands together. “Alright, back to business.”Dominique immediately plasters her body against his.“Business, Dom, business,” Grant says, and pries her off.She pouts at him, then throws me some shade with a sideways glance.I just give her a self-satisfied smirk in return, and she quickly looks away.“So, you’re both in, right?” Grant asks.“As we discussed before Dominique arrivé, oui,” Jean-Paul says.“Alright,” Grant says, “Dominique, after we get out of this, your cut will be ten million dollars, U.S.”Her eyebrows shoot up. “Vraiment?”“Aaaaaah!” Jean-Paul exclaims angrily, his arms held out wide to his side like What the hell are you doing?! “You make me beg, yet you give her money because, why, she slept with you?”“No, because you’re an asshole,” Grant snaps.Though the line is funny, I kind of find myself (uncomfortably) siding with JP on this one.As JP grumbles, Grant runs through the particulars. “We don’t know who Epicurus
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Grant is sitting around without anything to do, so he asks a lot of questions and make a lot of blanket statements, like, We’ve gotta be proactive and We’ve got to get out ahead of Epicurus on this. I imagine when he does that sort of stuff around his employees they all nod their heads and act like he’s said something profound, but to me it’s just annoying. I tune him out – hacking takes concentration – but he does ask me some pointed questions every once in a while, which I answer directly and then get back to business.“Can you find out how the local police knew we were on the plane?” he asks.“Maybe. But their system is probably all in French, so I’d need somebody to translate, and that could take forever – and potentially be dangerous.”JP shrugs. “I could make a call, if you want.”I stop what I’m doing, and both Grant and I stare at him.JP looks at us like we’re a couple of wolves eyeing a chicken. “Qu’est-ce que c’est?” he asks defensively.“Who are you going to call?” Grant d
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After lunch is over, JP and Dominique go out to buy the guns. They’re still bitching at each other as they walk out the door.Then they’re gone.Finally: quiet.I continue my hacking at JP’s work station.Grant comes up behind my chair. “We’re alone.”“I noticed,” I say as I continue to type.He leans over and kisses my neck. “Want to take advantage of it?”Mmmmm.It feels really nice, but… “I have work to do,” I say, trying my best to ignore his lips brushing against my skin.“You can take a break.”“Just because you don’t have anything to do right now doesn’t mean I don’t.”“Is it absolutely necessary? Right now?”“…no, but…”“It’s been awhile since last time,” he whispers into my ear.I scoff. “It’s been nine or ten hours. Maybe.”“That’s awhile.”One of his fingers slowly traces its way down the front of my blouse, then stops and circles my nipple, which hardens underneath my bra.Mmmm…“We might not have another opportunity,” he murmurs in my other ear, as his left hand reaches
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JP and Dominique come back a couple minutes later. He looks pissed; she looks pissed and dejected.They’re each carrying a couple of parcels wrapped in brown butcher paper. JP has a three-foot long one that might have conceivably held a giant bouquet of flowers. I didn’t notice them before because, well, I was more concerned about being caught having sex.They put the packages on the dining room table and rip off the paper. There are guns inside: two semi-automatic pistols, one assault rifle, plus six boxes of bullets.“That’s it?” Grant rages. “That’s all we get for ten grand?”“No, apparently you get to fuck on my canapé, too,” JP says in a surly tone of voice.Grant looks at him like he’s about to strangle him.JP rolls his eyes. “Calme-toi. He will get more rifles, and some explosives, but it will take time. Besides, these? These are very rare in France. Very expensive.”“If this is what five or six grand gets you, I don’t doubt it.”Grant picks up a pistol, pops out the clip, sla
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After my sudden, glorious discovery of a clue, it’s almost immediately proved worthless. There’s no way to use the knowledge about the missing paintings, and nothing else in the police report is useful.At least the spaghetti is delicious. JP may be a slob in the housekeeping department, but he’s a damn fine cook.Things thaw out a bit as the wine begins to flow. There’s some reminiscing about the past, some jokes, even a little bit of speculation on how we can find Epicurus.Throughout, Dominique is pissy and refuses to speak. Which is A-OK by me.As the meal is wrapping up, JP gets a phone call. He talks in French a little, but mostly he just listens. When he hangs up, he looks the most depressed I’ve seen him since Grant walked in this morning and dragooned him into helping us.“Who was that?” Grant asks.“Mon ami de la police. ”“Why the long face? Did he not have any info?”“Au contraire. He had a great deal to tell me.”According to the mole, the police were tipped off last nigh
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As far as national bugaboos go, most conspiracy theorists would list the CIA as the most threatening organization officially sanctioned by any government on Earth. Sure, true-blue American patriots might go with the KGB – but the KGB is gone, a relic of the Communist past, now rolled into some other agency. The CIA is still alive and kicking. In the last five decades, you’ve got multiple ventures to overthrow other countries’ democratically elected administrations… collusion with drug traffickers to fund arms deals for foreign paramilitary groups… and assassination plots up the wazoo. Not to mention the roving torture ‘black sites’ used by the U.S. in Iraq and Afghanistan.Allegedly.Pretty scary, right?For my money, though, the NSA is scarier, because it’s the biggest global intelligence agency on the planet.The CIA is only supposed to work internationally. They can’t legally do anything on American soil, and they only concern themselves with foreigners.Not so the NSA. Their ter
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We all go to bed a little after midnight. JP lends us the spare bedroom, while Dominique sacks out on the couch. At first she complains bitterly about it. Though she never states why, I figure it’s probably because of what she saw Grant and I doing on it earlier. JP lasciviously offers her a spot in his bed, but she turns that down – loudly. I think there might be another comment about swizzle sticks. In the end, JP throws a blanket at her, which she grumpily drapes over the sofa before biting the bullet.Grant and I lie there in the semi-darkness, his arm around me, me snuggled up against his chest. All my clothes but my panties are folded on the chair in the corner. Despite my being half-naked, though, all he does is hold me against his own naked body.“Level with me,” he says. “Just how fucked are we on the whole NSA thing?”I look up at him in surprise. “You mean, that whole display of confidence earlier was bullshit?”He shrugged. “Well… not exactly.”“Explain.”“I meant every s
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