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Sometimes, being a naughty hussy is nice.
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Liam
I sat back,closed my eyes, and smiled. I could still feel Amy clamped around my cock this morning. She'd made me feel so alive today. How had I gotten so lucky?
I turned my chair and looked out my office window. Alive or not, I had one hell of a problem now. With Josh dating the competition, it made him or his girlfriend, Brinna, the most likely leak. I couldn't imagine Josh would be trying to sabotage us on purpose, but I couldn't figure out why he was dating her.
He was smart enough to figure out if she was using him——at least I hoped he was.
A possibility, of course, was that she was pumping him for information and he didn't know. He might even be talking in his sleep; some people did that.
The door opened behind me. I spun around to find Josh standing behind his customary chair rather than inviting himself to sit as he usually did. “Sorry to say Brinna can't make it this Saturday. She's going to be out of town.”
I checked his eyes for any signs of deception, without success. “That's too bad. Maybe next time.”
Josh started for the door. “Yeah, I hope so.”
I called after him before he disappeared. “Hey, Josh?”
He stopped at the doorway.
“What's Brinna's last name, anyway?” I was going to need this information.
“Turcott. Brinna Turcott,” he said.
It wouldn’t be wise for me to ask him too many questions at this point. “Can you close the door on your way out, please?”
He left, and I picked up my phone.
I dialed the number Katie had given me.
“Hey, douchebag. What do you have to say for yourself today?” Nick answered.
“Not much. How are you?” I asked.
The line went dead. He hung up on me again, the asshole.
I redialed, and Nick answered the phone. “What do you have to say for yourself today?” he repeated.
“I'm a piece of shit,” I said, hoping this was the correct answer.
“That is something we can agree on,” he said, laughing.
“When are we gonna stop this?”
“When I get tired of it.”
I needed to get down to business. “I've got a new piece of data that might help.”
“I'm listening,” he replied.
“One of the guys here, Josh Fulton, has a girlfriend I'm suspicious of.” Suspicious didn't begin to describe it.
“What's her name?” He asked.
“Brinna Turcott, that’s spelled B-R-I-N-N-A, and Turcott with two Ts.”
