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And now that she’s here, she isn’t going anywhere. Even if she wants to fight me on it, it’s something I’ve come to love. She might be a brat, but she is my brat. She lets out a soft snore, her warm breath hitting against my chest, and my dick is instantly hard for her.
As my phone starts ringing on the nightstand, I hiss in frustration. Jax's nameflashes up on the screen.
“Jax.” I keep my voice quiet to not to disturb her.
What the hell is he doing up at this time of the morning?
“Have you seen your messages from Enzo?”
I rub my eyes. I’ve been far too occupied with Zara to check anything. I swipe up and see the onslaught of texts from Enzo.
I open up the attachment and I stare back at a Lieutenant of the NYPD, with a hollowness in his eyes. As Zara stirs beside me, the warmth of her hand glides down my chiseled abs.
“What does that picture mean?” I ask.
“That guy and one of his cop buddies have requested a membership at Enzo’s club. Using fake papers, obviously.”
“Oh.” Interesting.
As I pull up my text chain with Enzo. I can hear the faint sound of my fingers tapping on the screen as I type out a simple instruction.
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Approve their memberships and invite them this evening. I’ll be bringing Zara.
“Okay, Jax. I’ve sent instructions to Enzo. Round up a team, we will be meeting there at 6pm.”
“Nice.” I can hear the excitement in his voice.
“This is work, Jax,” I remind him.
“Work hard, play harder.”
“We’ll see.” I cut the call just as Enzo’s prompt reply comes in.
Enzo
All arranged. There won’t be any trouble inside the club and I expect Zara will still be on a guest pass?
A smile creeps up on my lips as I recall our last encounter in Enzo’s club. He’s right. She has absolutely no need to participate in any activities.
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Yes. I’ll see you there.
I place my cell back on the table. I don’t want Zara knowing anything about the cops. I want to see if I can really trust her. I’ll be able to sense her alliance from a simple interaction with them. It will prove if we’re really on the same team.
Her leg brushes up along my thigh, resting over my morning hard on. When I look down, I am captivated by her big green eyes, sparkling with mischief.
“Morning, gorgeous.”
“Are you always this busy?” she asks in a husky tone.
“It would seem that way.”
“How could you possibly have time to fit me in that busy schedule?” she teases, biting down on her bottom lip.
I brush my nose against hers. I don’t think she quite understands what I expect out of our arrangement, especially if she passes my test tonight.
