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I paced the parlor, thinking about work and not about pussy. “Tell Rick to change ports. We’ll work out the rest.”
“Got it,” Bleu said. “And what about the girl? Now would be a good time to grab her.”
She’d walked right into my lair without protection. Didn’t even have to snatch her off the street or sneak into her apartment and drug her. I could keep her as a prisoner until I was ready to use her.
But I didn’t do any of those things.
“Let her go,” I said. “I want to have some fun with her first.”
3
BARTHOLOMEW
A few days later, I returned to her small store.
Like last time, she was on the phone. “I knew you’d like that blazer. The padding in the shoulders is discreet but gets the job done. I’ll grab you a few more in other colors. Thanks, Brian.” She hung up then lifted her chin to look at me.
No playfulness. No brightness in her eyes. In fact, she looked displeased to see me. “Was there something wrong with the clothes?”
“No.” I was back to my usual attire, dark jeans and boots with a black long-sleeved tee. There were worse things than being called the Terminator. In fact, it was a pretty apt comparison. If only she knew…
I approached the counter, seeing the way her eyes were now guarded.
“Then how can I help you?” Clipped tone. Cautious expression. I knew an angry woman when I saw one.
“Have a drink with me.” It was late morning, way past my bedtime, and the only appropriate drink for this time was coffee, when I preferred something stronger. Something told me the answer would be no, but asking her out was my agenda and I stuck to it.
“No.”
I waited for an explanation. None came. Just a very firm no.
Interesting. “May I ask why?”
“Does it matter? No means no. Do you not understand that?”
Damn, this woman could boil. “I do understand. But this no is half-assed.”
“No,” she said coldly. “It’s firm.”
“That’s interesting. So, do you always kneel at a man’s dick when taking his measurements? Because I thought I was special.”
The hostility in her gaze flickered. It was subtle and quick, but it was there.
“I know you were hitting on me, sweetheart. Not my first rodeo.”
“Don’t do the sweetheart thing.”
“Then don’t make me hard just for fun.”
“I didn’t do that for fun—”
“You did it for research—and I’m sure you liked what you saw.”
She kept up her stare, shoulders back, her gaze fierce.
Jesus Christ, I wanted to fuck this woman. “Let’s get that drink.”
It took her a moment to word her response. “The answer is still no.”
