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"You will." I wasn't sure how I would enforce that, but Rosie and I weren't new to power struggles. I knew if I showed any sign of backing down, she'd take full advantage.

"Ughh," she groaned. "Why, though? It's not like you're having any fun with her. She doesn't even know you're there."

That wasn't fair, and she knew it. "Because I'm working!" I snapped back.

"And what's your excuse for the rest of the time?"

I didn't have one, but I couldn't admit that to Rosie. "It isn’t the right time yet."

"And when will it be?" she challenged.

I paused a moment before answering decisively, "Tomorrow."

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"What's your plan?" Jamie asked.

"I'd tell you, but I don't trust Rosie to not interfere."

It was only half true. The bigger reason I wasn't willing to tell Jamie was because I didn't actually have a plan yet.

But it was fine. Tomorrow was my day off, so I had time to come up with something.

I moved toward my bedroom, but before I could get far, Rosie asked, "Are you sure you don't want me or Jamie to help you take the edge off tonight?"

It was tempting, but I didn't want to let her win. Besides, I was pretty sure it was going to take most of the night for me to figure out a plan.

"I'm fine," I replied.

"If you're sure," Rosie taunted. "More attention for me then."

I didn't have to turn around to know she'd pulled Jamie back to her. Jamie got off on being used and was incredibly eager to please. We shared them and sometimes our own bodies with each other, but tonight I wasn't going to indulge Rosie. I wasn't in the mood.

At least that's what I told myself as I shut the door.

Unfortunately, the door wasn't thick enough to block out the whistling moans coming from the other room. I was starting to regret my decision, but I was too stubborn to let Rosie win. Instead, I continued to lie there, listening to their pleasure and thinking about my girl.

It was going to be a long night.

Chapter Seven

Emma

"How's it going out here?" I heard my boss Cassie ask.

I stifled a groan and attempted to force a smile before looking up, but I wasn't convinced I'd succeeded in more than a grimace.

It was going like shit. I'd barely slept last night; I was too busy thinking about the conductor and my little performance yesterday.

I'd woken up late and felt too nervous to take the train in case I saw her, so I'd taken a far more expensive cab here, which gave me more worries. What if someone saw me, the head of the Save the Railways project, taking a car? If anyone noticed, it might cause me trouble.

I had to get over myself. Despite what had happened yesterday with the conductor, I had to take the train home today like always. If I wanted to keep the trains running—and I desperately did—I couldn’t avoid her. I would just have to face my fears of running into her.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, though. Maybe she wouldn't be there, or if she was, maybe she would ignore me. I just wasn't quite able to convince myself that’s what I actually wanted.

Cassie cleared her throat, reminding me she'd asked a question that I hastened to answer.

"Good," I lied. "What can I do for you?"