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Fuck. My heart pinches, and it’s foreign to feel any movement in my body that’s not my cock twitching or spitting rage.

Me: Gemma7…

Gemma7: Yeah?

Me: I’m sure he wants something real with you. How can he not?

Gemma7: He asks to sleep with me whenever we’re together. He says, I’m his.

I guffaw loudly. That’s right bad girl, piss me off and put me in my place.

Me: So why aren’t you his?

Gemma7: I told you, I’m working with him. Plus, I don’t want to mess up my chance for a promotion.

There is no way she’s getting that promotion. Daniel Vance is a sleazeball.

She’s mine. And when this is done, she’s coming back to New York with me.

Me: Where and when will you sleep with him?

Gemma7: I see him tomorrow. He’s got a villa on the strip.

Does she know that if a stranger came here to fuck with me, he’d be leaving in a body bag? But a more troublesome thought takes shape. Would she give my address to a stranger?

I need to test her …

Me: Where?

Gemma7: I’d rather not say.

“Good girl, sparkles.”

Gemma7: What if he and I go to lunch and we get busy in the bathroom? I can video it.

Me: No. I want to see it live.

I can’t bear her coming up with any other ideas I’ll love. Trysts that won’t ever happen.

Me: Do it. I’ll find you.

Gemma7: Have you been…following me?

Me: No comment. If this man wants to fuck you, he won’t care where. He’ll just want to grind against you.

Gemma7: Then what?

Me: I’ll be there. Watching. Anger pulsing through my body.

Gemma7: Are you going to hurt me?

Me: Do you want me to hurt you?

Gemma7: No.

Me: Then I won’t. I will never hurt you, Gemma7.

Gemma7: You made me nervous the other night.