Carly set the glass on a tray. “I’m sorry it’s not going to work out.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Maverick spied Internado leering at Carly. In a protective move, he draped his arm around her before escorting her out.
Once in the car, he activated the Spy Fly. They watched real-time on his phone as a couple discussed their drink order like it was the most critical decision of their lives. While their conversation droned on, Maverick checked the video on his watch. “The lighting is so low, I think Internado would deny this was even him.” He showed Carly.
“Maybe, but he wouldn’t want us showing that to the press.” Using her phone app, she played back her video clip. “That’s definitely his voice, but we need to catch him doing something beyond chatting me up. I’m more concerned our bluff with Greta will backfire. We don’t have confirmation he plays in the basement.”
“But now we know it’s a viable option.”
The couple finally decided on two beers. Internado stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink as Greta sidled over. Maverick zoomed in on them.
“Packed house tonight,” Internado said. “Good for business.”
“How’s your evening going?”
“Fun, as always. Who’s the new couple?”
“I have several floating around. Which one?”
“Latex jumpsuit. Dark hair. She wore it up.”
“Hmm, was she alone?”
“No. She was with a silent, muscular guy. Six two or six three.”
“Ah, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Black.”
“Who are they?”
“No idea.” Greta sipped her red wine. “They’re shopping around. Said they’re exclusive. I don’t ask a lot of questions. You know that. A hundred grand is a hundred grand.”
“I’d love to play with her,” Internado said. “She looks like she’d be one hell of a good time.”
“Don’t think they’re returning. She’s got her own private group and said this isn’t much different from that. She’s looking for something darker.”
The senator’s eerie smile sent a shiver down Maverick’s spine.
“Invite her into the dungeon,” Internado quipped.
Carly and Maverick exchanged glances.
“She won’t play with you,” Greta continued.
“She might if she likes my talents.”
Greta shook her head. “I have rules regarding the dungeon.”
“Break them.”
“If they become members, I’ll consider it.”
“How ‘bout I sweeten the pot? Invite her and her dolt downstairs. If they agree, I’ll give you ten grand.”
“You know I’m all about consent. I’ll boot you out if you try anything.”
Even in the dimly lit room, Maverick couldn’t miss Internado’s sneer.
“I’m a lot of things, but I have no intention of forcing myself on anyone,” Internado said. “I, too, am into consent, dear friend, so you have nothing to worry about. I’ll charm her, then wow her with my talents.”