Free Reno Gabrini: A Family Affair by Mallory Monroe Page A

SEVEN

 
    To Jimmy’s great relief, his father did not return to
the office.   He knew he probably was
emotionally spent after that craziness with Dom, but he never thought he’d
leave at midday and never return.   And
although Reno’s staff didn’t leave until well after midnight, it was still far
earlier than Reno’s super-late, sometimes all-night work hours.   Which gave Jimmy enormous hope.   By the time the elevator doors opened on the
floor of his father’s suite of offices, it was just after one am.   Everybody had gone.
    Jimmy’s heart was pounding nonetheless as he put in
the combination code and opened his father’s office door, quickly entering and
closing it back.   Then he walked over to
the side wall, pressed a button behind the bust of Beethoven that sat on a side
table, causing the wall to open and a safe to be revealed.
    Jimmy had the combination, not because his father
had given it to him, but because he had seen his father open that safe a
hundred times and he memorized it.   And
when he opened the safe, and saw the cash his father kept inside, his heart
squeezed in anxiety.   Jimmy had never
stolen a dime from his father.   Not one
red cent!   He wasn’t raised to steal from
anybody.   Now he was about to steal two
hundred thousand dollars from the man he most loved, feared, and respected in
this whole world?   His hand was shaking,
when he opened his garbage bag, and reached in.
    But after he filled the bag, closed it up, and was
about to close the door of the safe, he could hear somebody inputting the code
to open his father’s office door.   His
heart fell through his shoe.   If his
father caught him he was a dead man.   He
knew it.    And he held the evidence of
his crime right in his hands!   So he
dropped the bag in the area behind the wall, stepped out, and quickly pressed
the button behind the bust of Beethoven again.   The wall closed within a millisecond of the office door opening.   When he saw that it was Quinn, he was too
relieved to even realize how odd it was that she should be there too.
    “Jimmy?” she asked, as if it was his presence in his
own father’s office that demanded explanation.   “What are you doing here?”
    It was that accusatory look she gave him, as she
approached him, that woke him up.   He
knew Quinn.   He knew what kind of games
she played with people.   “You’re asking
the wrong question,” he said.   “What are you doing here is the question?”
    She lifted a stack of papers in her hand.   “I am your father’s assistant.”
    “One of them, yes,” Jimmy noted.   She was once his father’s senior executive
assistant.   But not anymore.  
    “I’m also the one he asked to get signatures on
these contracts,” she continued.   “I was
going to leave them on his desk.   Now
what’s your excuse?”
    “My reasoning is none of your business,” Jimmy
responded.
    Quinn was offended, but she smiled.   “Good for you, Jimmy Mack.   Getting all tough.”   Then she remembered the time she and Jimmy
Mack used to hook up, and how good he used to put it on her.   She looked down, between his legs.
    “What are you waiting for?” he asked. “Put the
contracts on his desk and beat it.”
    Quinn began walking toward the desk.   “You know,” she said as she walked, “there’s
no-one up here but you and me.”
    Jimmy frowned.   “And?”
    “And,” she said, as she walked around to the side of
the messy desk and placed the contracts on top of another stack of files.   Then she sat on the edge of the desk, facing
Jimmy, and reached beneath her skirt.   “We won’t be heard.”
    Jimmy’s mouth began to water as she pulled down her
panties.
    “You can do me as rough as you like,” she said, “and
nobody will ever hear.”
    She slipped one leg of her panties off of her
stiletto shoe, and opened both legs wide.
    “So come on, Jimmy Mack, you know you want it.”
    Jimmy’s heart was pounding.   He wanted it