to work your magic."
"Anything for you Tom," I say because laying it on thick seems like a good plan.
With that, he breezes back out of my office, and I don't see him for the rest of the day. I don't know if Becks and Adam are going to like this, but I can get him drunk and flash a little cleavage. That should get him talking. If I play it just right, I should be able to get him to slip up.
I text Adam and tell him I've had a breakthrough, and I need to see him and Becks tonight.
Did you find out the location? - Adam
No, but I think I've figured out a way to get it by tomorrow night. - Lilith
Meet us at the church right after work. - Adam
Will do. - Lilith
How is your day? - Adam
Productive :-) How about you? - Lilith
Better now that I've heard from you. - Adam
You're just saying that because I'm going to get information. - Lilith
That's not the only reason. - Adam
See you in a few hours. - Lilith
Later, Peaches. - Adam
"Focus, Lilith," I whisper to myself when the butterflies start to frenzy in my belly.
The last thing I want to do is piss Tom off. He'd probably cancel our date. So, I spend the afternoon getting caught up on my job. I make my way through several files before quitting time and then slip out before Tom can come find me again.
At the church, Adam and Becks are eating pizza. It smells amazing, and I realize that I skipped lunch. My mouth starts to water, and I'm relieved when they offer me a slice.
"So, tell us about your new info," Becks says in between bite.
"Okay, so hear me out before you get upset," I say looking right at Adam.
"No," Adam says and crosses his arms.
"You don't even know what I'm going to say." I laugh.
"Doesn't matter, Peaches. Anything that starts out like that is something I already know I'm not going to like." He says and grunts.
"Oh my God, Adam. Stop being such a cave dweller and let her finish. Remember what's at stake." Becks says and backhands him in the gut softly.
"Don't use that." He says in a low voice.
"I'm not using it. I just want you to remember how important this is.
I watch them go back and forth at each other like brother and sister. "Okay, alright. Do you want to hear what I'm doing or not?" I finally ask.
"Go on," Becks says and shoots Adam one of her famous death stares.
"Tom asked me out on a date."
"No," Adam snarls.
"And, you want to get him drunk and get the information flash him a few seductive smiles and get the information we NEED," Becks says in support of me.
"Yes. It will be okay, I promise." I plead with Adam.
"I'm not letting you go on a date with that jerk," Adam says bluntly.
"I wasn't asking for your permission. I'm trying to help you. I don't like T e om if that's what you're worried about."
"I'm not jealous." He snarls, but I can totally tell he's jealous. "I'm concerned about your safety."
"Then why don't you go to the restaurant with me? I'd feel better with you there." I admit.
"I can't go on your date with you." He says, and the word date comes out as another growl. He's so alpha right now, it's making my legs feel like jelly.
"You're the big Hollywood hot shot, I'm sure you can figure something out," I say and watch him relax and smile.
The next day at work, I bring a dress that I know is going to make Adam flip. I have to wear something that gets Tom to let his guard down, though. Hopefully, when Adam sees me, he'll remember that I'm doing this for him.
Around lunchtime, Tom buzzes my office and confirms our date. He tells me that he has meetings all afternoon, but that we'll meet in the lobby at six. I send Adam a text message and let him know the plan.
At 5:30 I go to the lady's room and put on the red silk dress I bought for tonight. It's short, but not too short. It's also low cut, but not too low cut. The plan was to look inviting but not promising. You have to leave just enough to the imagination. I push down the nauseated feeling I get thinking of Tom ogling me in this dress by thinking about how much
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