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As soon as I reached my new office I heard my name being called.

“What’s up Drew?” I asked when he stepped in my office.

“After the meeting I’ll brief you on my cases. I have closed all but two, a congressman’s wife is stepping out on him, and the other is a grown daughter of an aid in the White House who has not checked in and her mother is starting to get worried,” he replied.

“Yeah, I am free the rest of the day. You find anything interesting on the aid’s daughter?” I sat down in my chair to grab a notepad.

“Nothing yet, she is 25, attending Georgetown law. From what I have found she’s quite the party girl. The case just dropped on my desk two days ago. Z took it as a favor to the President. The girl’s mother has been working for the First Lady for six years now; she is very fond of her.”

“Boyfriend?” I asked.

“Many.” Drew shook his head.

Before we could finish our conversation Eric knocked on the door frame, and came to a stop in the doorway.

“We good?” Eric asked.

“You ready to talk this shit through?” I asked. I was not ready to let his shit slide just yet.

“Yup,” Eric said but his body language said he was anything but ready.

“Right.” I stood up ready to head into the meeting.

“You know she is going to be pissed right?” Eric asked.

“I’ll handle her,” I assured him.

“Handle her? I am not sure a man alive is equipped to handle her,” Eric chuckled.

“You’ve never seen my equipment.” I was trying to make light of the situation, but my gut knew I was going to have the fight of my life ahead of me.

It would be a miracle if I walked away with both balls intact after today’s meeting. My warrior princess was a wild cat when she was pissed.

Chapter Seven

Jasmin

What in the ever loving fuck was I doing? Why didn’t I kick him in his balls when I first saw him on the porch this morning with that smug ass look on his face? Why? Because Mr. DDG cast a fucking spell on me every single time I was around him. How apt. A ‘fucking spell’. That is what it was. I turned into a bitch in heat whenever he was less than ten feet from me. All it took was me walking out my front door and I could smell his clean soap smell, reminding me of his shower, and I blushed like a silly schoolgirl virgin. Maybe that is what I am, minus the schoolgirl. Does a woman turn back into a virgin if she has not had sex in ten years? Ten long years! The last time I had actual sex was with some Army Specialist my first year in the Army. After I found out it was on a bet to see if someone from his platoon could fuck the ‘ice bitch’, I beat his ass and found other ways to satisfy myself, alone. I am nobody’s joke.

Maybe I just needed to get laid. That is exactly what I should do, go out to a bar with the guys tonight and pick up some random guy to take home and fuck. The last guy I thought about going home with asked if he could call me ‘Momma’ during sex. Yeah that was a turn off. I patted him on his head and was on my way. I had options and offers every time I went out with the team, my only problem was that I didn’t like weak men and I found fault in every man. The guys told me it is because I gave off a Domme vibe. Whatever the hell that meant.

I took a second to regain my composure before I entered the public reception of Z Corps. Donna the receptionist was at her desk looking like a five dollar hooker. She had fucked most of the guys in this building, though no man on my team would touch her.

“Good Morning Jasmin,” Donna sneered. Yeah this bitch hated me for reasons only known to her.

“Yup. Is Z in?” I inquired.

I did it just to piss her off because she was always such a bitch to me. Donna tried to call Zane, ‘Z’ once and she was corrected and told to call him “Mr. Lewis”.

“Mr. Lewis has arrived, yes.”

I didn’t respond. Bitch!

***

Not even bothering to stop at my office I walked straight up the stairs to Z’s office. All of this jackassery with Mr. DDG had almost made me forget how pissed I am at Z for keeping shit from me. I hate to be lied to and I knew deep in my gut something was being hidden from me. I knocked twice before I heard a “come in”. I opened the door and found Z sitting behind his desk in a sharp looking suit. I was always taken aback when I saw him dressed nicely. It was a far stretch from the cargo pants and tight tee shirts I was used to seeing him in.