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don’t have to eat junk.”
    He smirks. “I really missed the deli sandwiches around here. They were my favorite. But hey, boss… I think I found something in one of these pictures.”
    He turns the laptop for better viewing just as I step to enter its field of view.
    He points to the screen, “Look, right here. In the picture of the airport.” He swipes his fingers on the mouse pad to enlarge the image. “Right there….”
    I squint my eyes and lean in to see the reflection of a man with shorter hair from the glass wall in the far right spectrum of the photograph. It’s one of those partition walls separating the ticketing area.
    It’s him. Goddamn, it’s the photographer. I turn to Carmine. “It’s a reflection. Can we get a larger image of this?”
    He nods, “I think so. I mean, I’m no computer geek, but I think so. Maybe we can get better resolution so we can get some kind of ID on him.”
    I smile, this is just the kind of break we need. I take a nearby pen from Carmine’s pile of papers and scribble down an email address.
    “Email it to this address. He’s my tech guy. He’ll take it from there.” I slide the piece of paper closer to him.
    His fingers come to lif, typing in the designated email and beginning the task. I nod to him, satisfied, but catch a glimpse of the time from the lower right hand corner of the computer screen.
    6:33.
    Crap.

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    “Vincenza DiBenedetto! Don’t you dare!” I reprimand her as soon as I close the door behind me.
    Her eyes fly open from being clenched in ecstasy. Her lip pops out, being freed from being bitten. 
    “I told you I would get started without you. I don’t bluff.”
    I toss my suit jacket aside, my tie to follow. I start to work on the buttons of my shirt, but my concentration wanes as I take in the sight of her on the bed. She’s followed my every direction… well, except one.
    I see her hand reach itself unconsciously back to where it was when I walked in. I harden my stare. “V… don’t test me.”
    She giggles.
    I finish the last of the buttons on my shirt and toss it aside, along with the undershirt, all the while eying her.
    I told her I’d make her pay if she got started without me. And, I’m nothing if not true to my word.
     
    ~*~
    VINCENZA
     
    “Come here,” he commands me.
    My chest breathes heavy, panting heavily from the rush I’d been giving myself. The harshness of his voice stops me in my tracks. I watch him begin to feed the leather of his belt backward through the buckle. I sigh audibly from watching him. His eyes perk up and I know he’s heard me.
    “I said, come here, my little Baby V,” he commands once more.
    I feel the flush spreading across my chest. “I told you not to call me that anymore.”
    He knows I hate that nickname. I’m not a kid anymore, a baby, I’m a grown woman. Hell I’m his wife. Not Baby V.
    He smirks, “And I told you to get over here.”
    I swing my legs over the side of the bed, the high-heeled stilettos sinking into the plushness of the area rug. I straighten myself and make sure to pump my chest out. A tight-laced corset isn’t the easiest thing to maneuver in, but one thing it’s good for, is to push the girls up. I can feel the mounds of feminine flesh held high, and the exaggerated curves of the crests are pronounced. I see him lick his lips as he stares at them.
    I take small, careful steps in his direction, swaying my hips seductively to sweeten the pot. His hands now work in a frenzy, pulling the belt free from the loops and whipping it free. I hear my heels click leaving the carpet behind as I travel the hardness of the wooden floor.
    Standing in front of him, I moisten my lips and cock my head to the side.
    “What did I tell you not to do?” he says sternly.
    I straighten my shoulders, hiding any bit of intimidation. I’ve come a long way from our first time, the little virgin in his bed, but he still exudes an air of experience that reminds me of his