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“Yep. Uh-huh. Just some random guy.” I nodded emphatically. “Which is why I’m a little worried. It was kind of a security risk.”

“I mean, yeah. It was a big security risk.”

“So will you help me out?” I pleaded. “I’ll owe you. Big time. And it’ll score you points with Dan if you help out his best buddy…” I trailed off leadingly.

Rafe snorted. “I don’t need to score more points with Dan.”

“Okay, well, I’ll still owe you. Whatever you need, man. You like roller derby?” I asked eagerly. “I’m in a league. I can get you tickets to my next bout.”

“I’m good,” Rafe said dryly, then sighed and glanced at the door again before lowering his voice. “You do owe me. Come on.”

My scalp tingled with relief as I hastily followed him out of the kitchenette and down the corridor to his office.

“Hey, did Dan tell you about the dick hole sheet?” I asked brightly, just to make some conversation as he opened the door and walked inside.

Rafe froze and slowly turned to stare at me. “The what?”

“Never mind,” I said quickly, following him in. “Uh, nice office.”

I fidgeted anxiously as he sat down behind his desk and had a sip of coffee, seeming to take a fucking age to set his cup down and finally turn toward his monitor.

“Remember, I’ll delete the footage,” I rushed out, my belly squirming with nerves. “You don’t need to watch it. I’ll find the, uh… moment of entry and stuff.”

Rafe’s nose wrinkled. “Dude.”

“I meant when we walk into the arena. I know roughly when it was, so…”

“I mean, I’m not going to argue.” He clicked several times, falling silent while I stood there vibrating with restless tension.

I just wanted the footage gone. I needed the footage gone. Not just so there was no chance of Holt watching it and firing me, but… because I knew Crossbody would never want anyone to see it. He’d been vulnerable. Stripped raw. Crying out in pleasure and pleading with me.

My belly swooped, so I quickly asked, “Ready?”

Rafe huffed. “Hold on.”

He typed something, clicked some more, then finally sat back and gestured at his monitor. “Okay, it’s on yesterday’s recording.”

I lunged around his desk, resisting the urge to just kick his chair away and send him spinning across the room. “You didn’t look, right?”

He snorted and rose from his seat. “Did I intentionally find the footage of you having sex? No, Vince. Surprisingly, I did not.”

“Great. Awesome.” I was already sitting in his chair and scooting it closer to the desk. “Okay, go over there.”

Rafe sighed in exasperation but walked across the room to the small sofa in the corner and sat, drumming his fingers on the armrest. “Do you know how to cut the section of footage you want to delete so you don’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, of course I do,” I said absently, even though I didn’t.

I scrolled forward to around 6 p.m. and stared intently at the screen, inching the timeline along in tiny increments as I watched the dark and empty arena until the spotlights over the ring suddenly flashed on, making me wince.

My heart thudded hard when I saw myself walk out of the side door, Crossbody just behind me.

Instead of just deleting the footage, I found myself scrolling forward a little more and stopping when I saw myself getting in Crossbody’s face, snarling angrily at him. He snarled something right back. I couldn’t remember exactly what he’d said at that moment.

“Have you found it yet?” Rafe asked from across the room, sounding bored.

“Almost,” I said vacantly, my pulse leaping as I watched Crossbody launch himself at me in the footage and take me down to the mat.

I wet my lips and reached for the mouse, feeling like I was doing something very, very inappropriate as I scrolled forward again, then stopped when I saw Crossbody naked and tied to the corner post, with me between his legs.