get. Full name of a
woman, for one. Any location or employment information, if they have it.”
Franklin frowned. “I don’t really do any black hat work.
This is more than a little… unprofessional.”
Luca narrowed his eyes. “Did I ask for your opinion?”
Franklin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, which was a
thing to see. He was a big man and fidgeting looked out of place on his frame.
“Can you do it?”
Franklin’s frown turned to a scowl. “You’ll smell it if I
lie. Yes. I can do it.”
Luca’s face split into a grin that held far too many and too
long teeth. Let the man read the threat as he would. “Fantastic. I’ll just
slide out of your way and let you get to work. Will you need my login?”
“No.” Franklin let a bit of his bear shine through with a
growl.
Well, Carson hadn’t promised the man would be happy about
the job.
Luca settled with a pile of paperwork in a corner chair. He
didn’t want to be far when Franklin finished his task. He did his best to
ignore the frequent, under breath curses and key clicks. He refused to look at
the clock and count the minutes as they ticked into an hour. He should have
rescheduled his entire afternoon. He would need to leave soon to visit another
floor and go over the scale model plans for a new building community.
“Done.”
Luca was across the room in a flash.
“It looks like the profiles go inactive after each event. If
she hasn’t accepted any new invitations, she’s not visible.”
Luca nodded. He suspected as much. The site was vague about
the profiles of their members. One phone call to the customer service hellhole
made him not want to repeat the experience. Better to have Franklin dig around.
“Here’s the list of attendees for the date you gave… And
here you go. You’ll just need to scroll through the list and find her picture.
Her profile will load for you now.”
“Thank you.” Luca nodded. He could be gracious. Franklin
lingered at the edge of his desk. “That will be all.”
His dragon surged up as they scrolled past the profile
pictures of the women who attended the last event. The beast wanted to be as
involved in the process as possible, even if lurking at the back of Luca’s mind
gave the same result. There would be no shifting in the office, and no sudden
flights across the city.
They both nearly howled for joy when they found the picture
they were seeking. Her dark red hair was even more vibrant in the sunlight of
her picture. He clicked on the thumbnail and was given full access to her
profile.
Penelope Minett. Travel agent at Sunrise Tomorrow.
Chapter Four
“So you didn’t wait around for him? Chica, why not?”
Penelope rolled her eyes at Blanca. She’d explained the
story to Marybeth, then to Janet. Joan and Sammy heard her tale next. Finally,
it was Blanca’s turn to listen and give her opinion.
They all wondered why she hadn’t stuck around. Hell, she wasn’t certain why she fled after the alarm. There were so many people in the
parking lots. She could have looked for him. She did, briefly. Before she
chickened out and left.
She wasn’t being truthful with herself. She knew why she
left. She’d been insecure. It always came back to not feeling good enough.
Despite Vera’s promises, the number of bigger girls didn’t
stack up against the skinny models. She was usually comfortable in her curves,
but a dark part of her whispered that maybe she’d still have her last boyfriend
and her job if she’d lost a few pounds when he asked. She hated that voice and
could crush it more times than not, but it rose up again as she walked through
the crowd outside of the twin skyscrapers.
The women were all dressed in clothes she’d never be able to
afford and they looked like their daily beauty routine cost more than the
beater of a car she drove. The men eyed her with curiosity before turning away
while the women warned her away with disdain in their eyes. Even in her
borrowed clothes and fancy