Dimitra entered the lounge of the hotel and scoured the room looking for any sign of Ajax. Why she did not have him programmed in her cell phone was beyond her, but it was a mistake she was going to rectify and soon.
“Elektra,” a voice spoke from behind her, and she turned to see a table of six men staring at her.
Trip stood up and moved to her, “you didn’t message me back. How are you?”
“I’m fine,” she waved him off and looked around.
“Are you looking for your next mark?” the man named Trev spoke dryly.
The guy really had it in for her. “Why don’t you go f**k yourself, Trev,” she commented back furiously as her eyes continued perusing the oversized room. Why were there so many highbacked booths?
“Excuse me?” He blustered and stood up to face her as if his size would be intimidatin
