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That e-mail took too long to come. Not good enough.
Don’t risk failing me.
Raven lacked patience. Gemma started to type a reply.
“Gemma, what are you writing?” His hand rested on her wrist, peering over her shoulder to see what she’d been writing.
“I don’t want to appear too easy. I need to sound like a victim because she thinks that’s what I am, and I’m not a willing accomplice in her uncovering. This needs to look natural—the price is too high if this is about more than a kinky pose. Anyway, as far as I’m concerned, she’s a man, eh? Isn’t that what I would be thinking? Why would I think of her as a woman? We both assumed it was a man at the beginning.”
“I can’t seem to fault your reasoning. At last, Gemma, that excellent brain of yours isn’t being constrained by silly emotions.”
“I want to be useful.” She smiled and continued her missive.
Sorry for the delay. My roommates came home.
What are you going to do with me? I won’t do sex. You can do what you like with the photos if you think you’re going to get sex.
I’m not going to a strange house unless you give me assurances. I don’t know what you look like. Give me a password so that I know it’s you.
Then this stops. Yes?
“No sex. Gemma Marshall would never agree to a fuck. I’m meant to be respectable, not a whore,” she explained to Jason.
Jason nodded his approval before she hit the send button.
While they waited for a reply, Martinson rang, and Jason listened attentively with his fingers thrumming on the table and eyebrows furrowed.
“Find out as much as you can. I will check my contacts.” Jason hung up.
“Well?” She edged forward on her seat.
“Her name is Delia Rothesay. Mean anything to you?”
The name conjured up no memories. “No.”
“She lives at that address alone. According to last year’s electoral roll. Whether Emily joined Rothesay later, after the registration date, we’ll find out when Martinson trawls for more information. I will find out if she is active as a Domme. I suspect she is purely online for making contacts and uses chat rooms, too. Doesn’t have to have a physical presence.”
The computer beeped.
The password will be pussycat.
No sex in the flesh, but I will expect that mouth of yours to say things, hot things for me. I want you blushing pink for me so I have a decent photograph of you.
Don’t be late.
If you’re a good girl. This is it.
“I don’t know if this is how it would really play out,” she mused. “I mean, me, years ago, would have told her to sling her hook and take the chance. But, I suppose, if I was a thrill-seeking sub, you know, one of those who gets off on this kind of blackmailing tripe….”
“Okay, we need to dangle your vulnerability a little. Make her think you’re going to be an easy target and this is secretly your thing. Write this.” Jason dictated a note.
I want more reassurance this will be the end of the matter. You’ve had your thrill with me. Please leave me alone. I can’t keep paying out. Please, please leave me be. I’m supposed to be with another, and he would be furious if he found out. He thinks I don’t do kinky stuff anymore. Just the once. Okay?
The reply came back with a few minutes.
Sweetie, don’t panic. We’ll have our little adventure, and then it’s done. No more, okay? I’m glad we’re going to meet. I think you’re going to enjoy being the centre of my attention. I’m not going to hurt you. This isn’t the kind of stuff you’ve done before.
“Wow,” said Jason, leaning back in his chair. “She does have an ego, doesn’t she? No concept of how she has manipulated you illegally. Perhaps you are right. She might have quite a hold over Emily. She still hasn’t told you she’s a woman, even after you’ve mentioned a boyfriend. Which is downright weird.”
