Chapter 153: What Do You Want?
"I knew you would come." Saira smiled, her voice carrying a little slur as she looked at the man who had just opened the door to her room. She was draped across the plush velvet armchair like it was a throne, her legs crossed just so, the slit of her silk robe falling open just enough to make it unclear whether she was wearing anything underneath. A half-empty wine glass dangled between her fingers, as she picked up the phone with her other hand," I was about to order lunch. What would you like to eat?"
She watched as Adam’s eyes flickered over her before they impersonally returned to her face and he threw the envelope at her feet," What is this?"
She clicked her tongue and let out a dramatic sigh. "Tsk, tsk. How rude, Adam" Her eyes sparkled with something between amusement and disdain. "Here I am, dressed up and playing hostess, asking what you’d like to eat, trying to be gracious... and all you can think about is flinging things and asking questions. The picture is quite clear, I would say."
She took a slow sip from her glass and gestured lazily to the chair opposite her. "Sit down, Adam. Let’s be civil. It’s lunchtime, and I really don’t like to talk on an empty stomach."
Then she paused, leaned forward with a slight sway, her robe slipping again to reveal the edge of lace underneath. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don’t worry. I’ve had them take out the voice-activated surveillance system. Your wife won’t be listening in. Not this time."
She winked, then slumped back against the cushions with a soft bitter augh. "I have to admit, that little stunt of hers? Genius. I didn’t see it coming. Ruined everything I had so perfectly lined up. Sent it all spiraling. Now look what she has done. Forcing me to use my ace. Sit Adam. If you want answers that is."
Without a word, Adam clenched his jaw and took a seat opposite her, the muscles in his face tight.
Saira tilted her head and smiled, the corner of her mouth twitching with satisfaction. "Now, let me ask you again," she said sweetly, lifting the phone again. "What do you want to eat?"
"I’m not hungry."