Polar Opposites (In Aeternum Book 4) by Aliyah Burke Page B

this is a man you want. I don’t care to know the details but you should not expect me to do this like someone who does it often. You wanted him sooner, should have sent anyone else. I’m doing this my way. Back off.” She ended the call and stood.
    After several deep breaths to calm down, Bailey strode to the elevator and rode it up to her floor. In her room, she packed her bags. Correction. Bag—by the time she had finished it was all in one. It wasn’t a lot nor was it heavy and she took it back downstairs and got directions on where to go to mail it home.
    Once it was on its way back to her place in Southern California, she returned to her room and stared over the items she’d not packed away.
    “What the hell was I thinking? Extracting a man I know nothing about to take him back to the US with this little bit of stuff. This is going to be fun,” she stated sarcastically.
    She spent her night in preparation for the next day. She grabbed around three hours of sleep before she shoved the stuff she was taking into her pockets. One final eyeball sweep of the room then she exited and made her way to the counter where she checked out.
    “We hope you enjoyed your stay.”
    Bailey nodded. “I did, thank you.” She signed her bill and walked away with a wave. Outside in the late morning, she gazed around Cairo. She flagged down a taxi and hopped into the back seat when it stopped. “The Egyptian Museum, please.”
    The driver nodded and she reclined as they entered the flow of traffic. Bailey paid him at the museum and got out. She meandered for a while then walked inside the building and took her time enjoying the displays.
    Once the nightlife began, she melded into that as she made her way back to the place she needed to be for tomorrow. She snuck in the same way as before and got to work setting everything up.
     
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    She heard loud voices and she froze in the office, debating on where she needed to hide—out here or in the closet. If they found her in there it would totally compromise what she had planned. On the other hand, if I’m caught and killed it’s really a moot point.
    They grew louder and she made out three different male voices. The group spoke Arabic and she stepped into the closet, leaving it cracked open as she sought her hiding spot in the small dark space.
    The trio entered the room. Two in jeans and shirts, one red and one blue, and the third wore a linen suit. Suit Wearer closed the door behind him and went to pour everyone a drink.
    Bailey watched, frozen in her spot. She wouldn’t move until these men were gone. She took it all in. The knowledge took a minute to formulate but it did and she realized the man with the blue shirt was familiar.
    He’s one of the six who guarded Theodore.
    Was there a plot against that man from those who were tasked with protecting him?
    She listened to them discuss wives and girlfriends. Even mistresses. Blue Shirt drained his drink and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
    “So, his women will be here tomorrow?”
    Red Shirt withdrew a large knife and began cleaning his nails. “We said they would. They have always been here for him.”
    Blue Shirt shrugged. “I had to check.” He paused and stared in her direction. Cool calculation appeared in his brown gaze. He drew his sidearm—an IMI 9 Jericho pistol—and tapped it against his thigh before making his way toward the closet door.
    Bailey’s breathing slowed as she remained still. He was good, he’d felt her gaze and that something was off. The other two watched him with a look of suspicion on their faces.
    “Come out or I fill you full of holes,” Blue Shirt ordered, his voice brisk and no-nonsense.
    The other two pulled their weapons as well. Bailey refused to move and kept her heart rate slow and even, breathing so shallow it was barely there.
    “What is it?” Suit asked.
    “I thought I heard something,” Blue Shirt responded. He grasped the door handle.
    “No one is in