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I drew a breath. “I… I’m willing to help. If I can.”

Jack stood up, buttoning his suitcoat. “Then we’ll see you in White Valley soon?”

“You will,” I said, shaking the man’s hand.

It looked like I was going to be picking up Genie again sooner than I’d thought. I had no intention of letting her out of my sight so early in her… training.

She was going with me, whether she wanted to or not.

CHAPTER 19

Rick

Keenan and I stood on the edge of the trail that snaked through most of the inhabited part of White Valley, a misty blanket hanging low over the small town below us. The morning dew had begun to dry on the grass and flowers. The sun was just beginning to break through the cloud deck, the morning still quite cool. I was dressed in a dark suit and Keenan in a light gray one, both of us looking somewhat out of place in the small mountain town.

“They get you fixed up at the inn?” Keenan sipped from his stainless-steel insulated cup.

‘Fixed up’ was a relative term, especially at a place like that. The bare-breasted maid wearing a thick leather collar and an eighteen-inch silver chain linking her five-inch heels together was only the first clue that the place was most definitely not one a man experienced every day.

The woman’s name was Shawna, if I remembered correctly. Big tits, some of the longest, reddest nipples I’d ever seen, and a warm, winning smile made for quite the impression.

It was exceedingly hard to remember what she’d asked me when she’d knocked on the door to our room. Perhaps it was to ask me if I needed extra towels or anything else to make me comfortable? I’d never encountered housekeeping wearing nothing more than a long black skirt and slutty fuck-me pumps before. The implication that she was prepared to offer much more than mere towels to ensure I enjoyed my stay wasn’t at all difficult to pick up either.

The fact that Genie had been sitting on the other bed in the room when the woman showed up hadn’t seemed to faze Shawna one bit.

But Genie hadn’t taken the encounter with anything approaching Shawna’s nonchalance.

“Are you kidding me?” Genie had said, as soon as Shawna had left. “What is this place?”

I spun around on her, giving her a cool, admonishing look. “The kind that expects outsiders to maintain their composure. Do you get me?”

She’d given me a look as if I’d physically slapped her. “I… didn’t mean… anything.”

“We’re supposed be discreet on this job. Sending out a search party for your jaw every time you see something a little unusual isn’t going to instill much confidence in my clients that we can give them that. You’re going to see some sights today. So, get your shit wired tight, Genie. Or I’ll do it for you. Across your cute little ass.”

I’d left her in our room to get ready for our nine o’clock meeting, accepting Keenan’s invitation for a morning stroll in the meantime.

As Keenan paused to watch the sun try to break through the clouds, I remembered again the fetching sight of the buxom Shawna.

The town had a certain reputation. The woman had more than confirmed it.

“So, the uh, maid at the inn?”

Keenan glanced at me over his cup as he sipped. Then he smiled. “She’s interesting, isn’t she?”

“You could say that. Anything I should know there?”

Keenan shrugged. “Walter runs the place. Walter Storey. That’s actually his wife.”

“Shawna?”

“Yes, he enjoys her performing menial work. And he goes to great lengths to ensure his guests enjoy their stay as much as possible. She’s not exactly hard on the eyes, is she?” Keenan’s brow arched slightly. “Did you, uh, partake?”

“Not following.”

“Shawna. Did you use her? Considering what I know you prefer, I can’t imagine you didn’t at least avail yourself of that woman’s tits. They’re God-given works of art.”

“No.” The very thought of even touching the woman didn’t sit well with me.

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