Page 71 of The Hate Date


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Exactly ten minutes later I hear, “JJ?” Clover strides into the bathroom and sees the bath. “Omigod. Did you do this for me? It’s a repeat hate date!”

I gather her to my chest. “Who else is in the house with us? I don’t drink rosé.”

“Thank you.” She tilts her face up to mine. I crush my lips against hers. Savor her. Cherish her.

I help her out of her clothes. She’s stunning. All creamy skin and curves. My dick hardens as per usual, but I resist the urge to start things up. Instead, I make sure the water is the perfect temperature as she settles in the tub. Hand her a glass of wine.

“You’re all set.” I turn to leave and let her relax. I know I’m a lot, so I make sure to give her space from time to time.

“Don’t leave.” Her aqua eyes plead. “Stay with me.”

I spin on my heel. “I’d love to. Give me a minute to change out of my suit. I’ll turn on VPR in the meantime.“ I hit play on the iPad.

As I’m entering my walk-in closet, my phone buzzes. It’s Seth.

“What’s up?” I put it on speaker while I undress.

“Zed turned up some insanely incredible shit.” Seth is beyond excited.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I hastily grab the phone and turn off the speaker. “Not right now.”

“Yes, right now.” Seth is stern. “We should get on top of it. I think it involves Clover.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Clover?”

“Nothing yet, but we’re getting closer,” he assures me.

I pace back and forth in my closet, phone in hand. “I thought I told you to stop the surveillance on Clover.”

“Joar…” Seth warns.

“Do it,” I demand. “This is not up for discussion. She’s my girlfriend, Seth. She’s not involved.”

“I say this with the utmost of respect, my friend, but you’re one of the most powerful men in the world and you’re getting in too deep without finishing this investigation. Be smart. If there’s even a miniscule chance she’s working with her so-called ex, you could put yourself and your business in complete jeopardy.” He tsks.

“JJ?” I hear Clover call from the master bath.

Fuck.

“If you don’t call him, I’ll do it myself,” I growl. “Do not second-guess me on this.”

I hang up and slam my phone on the watch cabinet. Throw my dress shirt in the dry cleaning hamper. Grab some joggers and a T-shirt and head back to my sweet girl. I pull up her vanity chair next to the tub. “Sorry, Seth called.”

“Everything okay?” She looks up at me. Bubbles float around her neck and shoulders. My heart fills every time I see her.

There’s no way she’s in cahoots with Finklestein. She hates him. Hasn’t talked to him in over a year, from what she’s told me.

I believe her.

“Yeah.” I point at the screen. “What’s Lala up to now?”

Clover takes a sip of rosé and gives me a play-by-play of the show. I listen to her enthusiastic recap. I’m so happy to see that her worries have been cast aside for a bit. That’s all I wanted for her tonight.

“Do you want to wash my hair?” Clover takes out her hair tie when the show ends. Her long, black tresses cascade across her shoulders and float around her gorgeous tits. Her brown, puckered nipples are visible above the bubbles. She’s my erotic mermaid.

I scoot closer. “Of course I do.” I grin. Take the shampoo from her and squeeze it into my palm. Clover hands me the wand. I wet her hair, massage her scalp and gently rinse the soap out. I drag out the whole process on purpose.

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