Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 37

Paul shifted in the car seat. It was becoming extremely uncomfortable after hours of confinement. He'd been staked outside James' house for the past day and no movement. Noone had entered or left. Sooner or later he'd have to give up and go relieve himself and get something to eat. Peeing in a bottle he screwed the cap back on and threw it by his feet.

Dinner was enjoyable. He liked eating in the company of a nice girl. Moving his head from side to side, he heard an audible crack. His joints were stiff and sore and he needed to get some fresh air but he didn't dare step outside in case James saw him. That slippery bugger had given him the slip most likely.

James owed him money. Now that he knew how much James was really worth, his old fees needed to be revised. The bastard could pay much, much more than he had bargained for initially. What did he think? That he was stupid? That he could scheme him?

He lit another cigarette and blew the smoke out of the car. There were better ways to spend his day. His stomach grumbled angrily and he realised there had to be a better way to do this. Dinner for two again perhaps would put him in a better mood?

James stood at the window and looked at the car pull away. He had to get rid of Paul before he exposed him.