Executive Power by Vince Flynn Read Free Book Online

oozing from the corners of his mouth he asked in a quiet voice, “When will it start?”
    While David pondered how much he should tell him, a servant stepped forward and handed the prince a steaming white hand towel. The prince cleaned his lips and jet black goatee and then tossed the towel to the deck.
    David watched the servant pick it up and then said, “The action will start very soon, my prince.”
    â€œHow soon?” Omar asked eagerly.
    â€œSoon.”
    â€œWithin the month?”
    David shook his head. “Sooner.”
    â€œIn weeks?”
    Smiling just slightly he answered, “Within the week, my prince.”
    The prince clapped his hands together and nodded enthusiastically. “This is good news. This is wonderful.”
    As the prince reveled in the news, a nubile young woman with flowing blond hair stepped onto the deck wearing only a sheer robe. She approached the prince and ran her fingers through his hair. In French she asked him why he had left her. Omar pushed her away, telling her to go lounge in the sun until he was done. The woman stuck out her lower lip and walked past David, giving him a flirtatious wink.
    The prince watched her with great interest and said, “David, turn around and look at her. She is perfect.”
    David looked over his shoulder just as the statuesque woman undid her robe and let it fall to the floor. The view was not bad. A pair of white thong panties were all that she wore. David admired her curves as she raised her hands above her head and stretched. Turning back to the prince he smiled and said, “Very nice.”
    Omar had a lascivious grin on his face. “There is another one just like her. If you stay tonight, you can have them both.”
    Yeah, and I’ll bet you’ll tape the whole thing, David thought. In addition to a fetish for taping his visitors, there were other things that worried him even more about the prince, but he did not want to dredge all that up right now. “Your offer is very kind, but I have too much to do, and besides I need to keep my mind clear.”
    The prince nodded knowingly. “When you are done then. I will present them to you as a gift.”
    David smiled graciously, but didn’t say what he was thinking. That he would prefer to find his own women. Women who didn’t need to be paid—women who hadn’t been defiled by the prince’s diseased sex organ. Getting back to more important matters he said, “There is something you could do for me at present.”
    â€œAnd would that have anything to do with money?” asked Omar with a stern look.
    Not the least bit embarrassed, David replied, “Of course. You know how things are among our Arab brothers. As long as they get paid they are happy.”
    â€œWhat about the cause?” snapped the prince. “Isn’t that enough?”
    â€œFor a select few, yes. The martyrs and the true believers, but they are not the type we want involved in this. As I’ve told you, we need professionals, not people who will simply blow themselves up.”
    â€œBut I thought you said the martyrs are part of your plan.”
    â€œThey are,” answered David in a slightly irritated voice. “They will act like livestock spooked by a fire. They will be driven into action by rage, not by any orders that I give them.”
    Omar thought about this for a moment and then asked, “How much more do you need?”
    David help up all his fingers and for the first time in all his negotiations with the prince he knew he would get exactly that much and not a penny less.
    â€œTen million,” scoffed the prince. He began shaking one of his chubby fingers in the Palestinian’s direction. “You have become far too greedy.”
    The prince was a billionaire many times over, easily one of the hundred richest men in the world. Ten million was a pittance, but it was still the most David had ever asked for in a single