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“Was that the masseuse at the door?” she asked, leaning into the doorframe.

I nodded. “Yeah. You good? You still want to do it?”

“Do I still want to do it?” She let out a dry laugh. “I’m not even sure it’s an option at this point. I needsomethingto work out some tension, and I think this massage may be just the answer. Will you be sitting in?”

Hmmm.

I hadn’t even considered that, but now that she mentioned it…

“No. I want you to be able to relax, without distraction. I’ll be right outside the door though, and the masseuse has been vetted. You’re safe.”

She smiled. “In that case… I guess you can go ahead and send him up.”

“Cool. I’ll get him.”

Back downstairs, I found the masseuse exactly where I’d left him. “Good,” I called out, and he looked up as I descended the stairs. “So you know how to follow directions. I have a few more for you, so I need you to listen hard. I don’t want us to have any misunderstandings.”

“Of course not,” he nodded. “I’m listening.”

“I will kill you,” I stated simply, casually, as my number one point. “That’s not a threat, or a tease, or just something I’m saying to keep you in line. Ireally willfucking kill you, and that’s the main thing that needs to be understood. Okay?”

He swallowed hard. “Uh… yes sir.”

“Good. If you make her uncomfortable, I will kill you. If you upset her, I will kill you. If you touch her inappropriately, I will kill you. If you purposely see something you aren’t supposed to see, I will kill you. If youaccidentallysee something you aren’t supposed to see… I will kill you. Don’t do it. Don’t chance it. Don’t think you’ll get away with it, because you won’t. You will not make it out of this house alive. You understand?”

“Yes sir.”

I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Good. Come on. I’ll show you where you can set up.”

True to my word, I showed him up to Monica’s room, regaling him with an explanation of the myriad different ways I really could kill his ass if he put even atoeout of line. I watched him like a hawk as he introduced himself to Monica, frowning when she blushed over something he said. What? I had no idea, because I was too busy thinking about killing him to listen.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

He set up his little table and equipment or whatever the fuck, then stepped out of the room with me while Monica got situated on the table, under the sheets he’d laid out.

“Hey,” I said, standing shoulder to shoulder with him as we waited for Monica to be ready. “You remember what I told you?”

He raised an eyebrow. “That you’ll kill me?”

“My man,” I told him, clapping him on the shoulder again. “Glad to hear you got the message.”

I grinned at him as he nervously inched away. After a few moments, he knocked on the door, and must’ve heard Monica call out that she was ready, because he practically bolted through the door, closing it behind him.

I went straight to my office, grabbing my laptop and a chair to drag back down the hall, sitting my ass right by the door. I distracted myself by doing what I was supposed to be doing anyway – searching for answers to what was happening with Monica. The sooner this was over, the sooner I could…

What?

The sooner I couldwhat?

What exactly was it that I wanted out of this situation anyway?

I still vividly remembered that conversation with Quentin, which seemed so long ago, instead of just a few weeks. I’d gone on and on about how things were different now that Monica and I were in arms reach of each other, and yet here I was, jealous as if I had a right to be.

Did Ihave a right to be?

After all, it wasn’t as if she and I were strangers. The all-night conversations, intimate acts, all the laughs we’d shared, all the tears I’d soothed… the shit had to count for something, right? Even if she was legally bound to another man at the time, there was no denying theemotionalbond that we’d shared.

But what the fuck didthatmatter?

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