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My imagination is sonotasexual that I’m wondering if I’m a suppressed sex freak after all. Because my fantasies about Lu are much wilder than what she writes about.
I make a mental note.
One, Lu thinks about me. And her thoughts are far from tame.
Two, Lu paints me? Does she or is it just a story? I have to find out.
Three, I promise myself that if—scratch that,when—Lu and I are close, I will blow her mind in bed.
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JACE
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Four shots.
Four tires blown.
Four black SUVs on an empty country highway skid in different directions and halt.
Another one speeds forward with a roar.
I get Roey’s voice in my earpiece,“Guys, get ready to intercept. In four, three, two, one, go!”
My job is done as I keep an eye on the bodyguards who frantically scramble for their guns around the SUVs on the side of the road.
The behind-the-scene shouts in my earpiece quiet after a minute, and Roey’s calm voice announces,“Got him.”
They intercepted the target’s SUV up the road as planned. The job is done in record time and with a swiftness that makes my chest swell in satisfaction.
I love shooting. Just not at people. And I do enjoy the sight of a target being delivered to a client.
Justice is not always legal, but hey, neither is war.
We book earlier flights to JFK.
I take a cab straight to Dumbo—I want to surprise Lu.
The doorman smiles at me, though I’m more aware of the two tall buff guys in sunglasses who stand across the street from the entrance.
The concierge greets me with unusual enthusiasm. “Mr. Reed! You have a guest!”
A guest?
“A guest for Miss Moor. A gentleman.”
It’d better not be fucking Chad, because I’ll throw him off the eleventh floor.
I hear voices behind the apartment door as I approach and Lu’s soft laughter as I insert my key in the lock.
When I step into the living room, I freeze.
