The Hotel 3 (The Billionaire Seduction) by Lola Darling Page B

alone,” I
tell them. “We’ll
be right there watching. And we’ll
need some kind of recording device, to get the confession on tape…”
    “I
know a guy,” Xander
pipes up.
    Dom
turns on him. “You
can’t
seriously agree with this nonsense plan. It’s
insanity.”
    “And
so is letting Blaine walk around another day. Who knows what else
he’s
planning now his original scheme failed?”
Xander’s
lips press together determinedly. “And
since I’m
not much use in this hospital bed right now.”
    Lillian
gets out her phone. Dom makes to move towards her. “Lillian,
I’m
ordering you—”
    “You
don’t
get to do that anymore.” Lillian
scowls back. “This
is my decision, and I won’t
let Blaine hurt anyone else because of me.”
    Before
Dom can stop her, Lillian dials. “Blaine,
honey, how are you?” she
coos, sweet as honey. “Oh,
don’t
be silly. I told you, it was just because my schedule was jam-packed.
But I’m
free for drinks tonight, if you’d
like?”
    There’s
a pause, then she throws in a little giggle. “Can’t
wait. See you later!”
    She
hangs up with a nod. “He’s
in.”
    I
look around. Tonight, it all goes down. We’re
going to nail that bastard.

 

Chapter Ten
     
    Everything
is ready.
    We’re
waiting in a limo outside the Rexford. It’s
almost show time and I’m
getting more nervous. What if this is a terrible plan, and I’m
sending Lillian straight into danger?
    “Don’t
look so panicked,” she
says lightly, as Xander adjusts a tiny recording device hidden in her
bra. He insisted on getting released from the hospital for this, but
must have reached too far, because she gives his hand a light slap.
“Down,
boy,” she
warns.
    He
smirks. “Just
making sure you’re
wired right.”
    “Sure
you are.”
    They’re
bantering brightly, but I can tell they’re
both nervous. Dom is sitting tense beside me, like he’s
about to bolt from the car and slam Blaine against a wall.
    “Are
you sure it’ll
work?” Lillian
asks, adjusting the wire.
    Xander
nods. “My
security guy said it was sensitive enough to pick up the barest of
whispers. It’s
synched into Dom’s
extra cell phone, so we’ll
be able to hear everything.”
    I
cringe at the thought of Blaine Prescott getting close enough to me
to whisper anything. Poor Lillian. I hope this goes fast, for her
sake. I can imagine she’ll
need a hot bath and some disinfectant when this is all over.
    “Okay,
remember to speak clearly.” Dominic
reminds her. “Act
interested, but not too interested. We don’t
want him—”
    “For
crying out loud, Dominic,” she
says sweetly, running a finger down the front of his shirt. “I
know how to seduce a man, remember?”
    There’s
silence. My chest constricts. “Whoops,”
she gives me
a wink. “Sorry,
honey. He’s
all yours.”
    She
grabs her purse and slides out of the limo. Her embroidered blue top
is breezy, effectively showing off her spectacular breasts while
hiding any sign of the wire. Prescott won’t
be able to stay away from her, luckily for us.
    We
wait a moment, then Dominic and I slip inside and sit in the shadows
in the back of the room. There’s
a risk Blaine will see us, but Dom wouldn’t
take the chance of leaving Lillian alone with him. Lillian is at the
bar, waiting. Blaine enters. We see him talking to her, but can’t
hear anything.
    “Damn
it,” Dom
scowls. “Why
isn’t
the mic working?” He
looks like he’s
about to bolt over there.
    “Give
her a second.”
    Suddenly,
the app on his phone lights up and scratchy audio starts to play.
    Blaine’s
smarmy voice comes through. “Oh
my God, you look ah-mazing.”
    “ Of
course I do, but thank you,” she quips lightly. “How’s
life at the Prescott group? Tell me it’s
not as dull as over here. God, all these meetings. It could drive a
girl crazy.”
    Blaine
chuckles. “I
let other people do the boring work. It’s
called delegating.”
    “ You’re
so smart. Honestly, I don’t
know why Dom