Slade (The Protectors #6)(73)

Finally, he came back in with a folder in his hand. “Sorry about that.” He handed her a large sealed envelope. “It should all be there, contract, permits and blueprints for electricians and plumbing.”

“Great.” Jill opened the portfolio back up, sticking it inside, and then headed toward the door. “I will be in touch soon. Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.”

“Not a problem.” George opened the door for her. “I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you.”

Jill shook his hand, but froze when Jared’s voice sounded in her ear. “Fuck!”

Looking up into George’s face, she knew something bad was about to go down. “What?” she hissed.

“Limo pulling in the drive,” Jared responded.

“George. Get that f*cking look of horror off your face. I’m your decorator, nothing more,” she whispered with a smile. “Did they block me in?”

“No,” he whispered back.

Jill turned, her eyes going directly to the limo. Someone got out of the passenger side in the front. He was a big man with a military cut, his bulging muscles and a ‘f*ck you’ attitude on his face. He scanned the area before opening the door. Jill gasped when she got a good better look at him. It was the man she drew, the man who took a shot at Jax.

“What is it, Jill?” Slade’s voice was calm, immediately settling her.

Turning to look back at George, she smiled up at him. “It’s the guy who took a shot at Jax. The man I drew. I know it is.”

“Get out of there, now,” Slade hissed, but still remained calm.

Jill turned, walking down the steps, flipping her hand up to wave goodbye to George. She made her way down the sidewalk.

“Keep going, Jill,” Slade’s voice whispered in her ear.

“We all have guns trained on these motherf*ckers, especially the big Rambo-looking bastard. If we say run, you run your f*cking ass off.” Sid’s voice was unnervingly calm.

The Mayor climbed out of the limo, his eyes going to Jill first, then George.

“Tom!” George smiled. “What a nice surprise, but what are you doing here?”

“We have an important dinner we’re attending and want you to come.” The Mayor fixed his suit. “Sorry about the short notice.”

“Someone else is in the limo, but I can’t ID.” Damon’s voice now echoed in her ear.

Jill kept walking, hoping the Mayor would ignore her, but she just wasn’t that lucky.

“And please bring your beautiful friend.” Tom Ferguson’s grin was lewd and made her want to gag.

“Oh, no,” George laughed, sounding more relaxed. “I’m sorry. That’s my decorator. She just brought my final plans out for me to see.”

“Mayor.” She didn’t know if the Mayor would recognize her voice, but she knew Alice would so Jill did her best to change it, adding a twang as she stuck her hand out. “It’s nice to meet the man I voted for.” Jill smiled, hoping that her fangs were well hidden.

“Well, thank you, ma’am.” He winked at her, holding her hand a little longer than appropriate. “Why don’t you come with us? George never has a date and I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Oh, I can’t do that.” Jill shook her head. “My boss would absolutely fire me if I went out with a client, but I thank you for the offer.”

“Tom, will you please hurry up,” an all too familiar voice yelled from the limo. “Stop flirting with that woman and come on.”

Jill’s head snapped toward the limo. That was a voice she would never forget. The large man moved slightly and her eyes met Alice’s.

“Jill, don’t do anything stupid,” Sloan warned her. “Say your f*cking goodbyes and leave.”

Plastering a fake smile, Jill took her hand from his. “It’s really was nice meeting you, but I’m late for my last appointment.” She turned to look at George. “Mr. Groper, I will have these plans to you by the early part of the week if not sooner.”

“Thank you.” He smiled and waved.

Jill started back toward the car, but her eyes were on Alice. She was so f*cking close she could take her out right now. Her hand tightened on the handle on her portfolio.

“Jill, calm your breathing,” Slade ordered. “You’re almost there.”

As soon as she reached her car, but before she could open the door, Alice opened her f*cking mouth.

“Hey, you.” She leaned toward the door looking at Jill. “Girl.”

“Hey, dumb bitch,” the man snapped at her. “The lady is talking to you.”

Cursing and growls filled Jill’s ear.

Jill looked at the man before turning her attention on Alice. “I’m sorry. I was excited to meet the Mayor, never met one before.” Jill tried to sound like an airhead crushing on meeting a well-known political figure.

“Jim, that was rude,” Alice cooed. “Apologize to the lady.”

“Sorry.” He frowned at her, then looked away. Jill wanted to smack the arrogant dick with her portfolio.

“Did I hear you are a decorator?” Alice looked at her fingernails then back to Jill.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jill nodded, wishing she could have just one second to redecorate the bitch’s face. “Are you in need of one?”