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“I’m all yours, babe.”

I smiled, smoothing my hand down Billie’s back as our bodies existed in the same space for as long as we could let them.

“You always were, darlin’.” I put my lips to the shell of her ear, whispering. “And I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

Chapter 25 - Billie

It was time. I sat on Pietor’s bed, which I was coming to think of more and more as our bed, wearing a typical workweek pantsuit and holding my cell in my hands. Turns out that Pietor had grabbed it from my apartment when he’d snagged me.

It was still odd to think about the fact that that had happened. Still, the people we were at the start of our little adventure, particularly me, weren’t us anymore. We’d changed. I’d changed.

Pietor’s little ploy to kidnap me made a certain sense in hindsight. He was trying to protect his family, and I knew how much that mattered to him now. I also knew how much I mattered to him now, which seemed to surprise both of us.

His messed up way of wooing me.

I let out a small laugh through my nose, and Pietor narrowed his eyes at me from the chair across the bed.

“What’s so funny?” His mouth ticked up in a crooked smirk.

“You mostly.” I giggled harder as he glared at me. “Sorry, sorry. It was right there.”

“Ha ha.”

The way he spoke the words made me smile, but I shook my head, refocusing.

“I was just thinking about how I got here. The way you, shall we say, swept me off my feet.”

Pietor’s scowl softened at that, and he smiled from ear to ear. Letting his head fall to the side slightly, he held my stare before rolling his eyes.

“What can I say? I’m unconventional.”

I barked out a laugh. “That you are.”

Looking down at the phone in my hand, poised on the screen to call Nicholas, I exhaled. My shoulders drooped slightly. It wasn’t like I was looking forward to putting myself at risk to take him down, but we’d yet to come up with a better solution that would actually provide strong enough evidence.

So, here we were.

I pressed the green button and looked up at Pietor as it rang. It took a few seconds for the line to pick up, and when it did, it wasn’t Nicholas who answered.

“Mr. Cohen’s office. How can I help you?”

“Oh, hi, Stephanie. I’m looking for Nicholas. Is he in?”

There was a brief pause, and I heard the sound of a keyboard rattling nearby.

“Hello, Billie. Haven’t seen you around the office. I hope your family is doing okay.”

My stomach clenched. Nicholas must have provided the “cover” for me. But to what end, I wondered.

“Thank you, Stephanie. I’m doing better now, and I wanted to come in and have a sit down with Nicholas if he’s available.”

“Hmm, it looks like his schedule is a bit backed up. I can probably squeeze you in for Mon—”

In the distance, I could hear a low shout, and then something muffled the phone, likely Stephanie clamping a hand over it.

After a moment, she came back on with a sigh.

“Apologies, Billie. It looks like Nicholas wants to see you more than I’d realized. He said he’d love for you to come into the office this evening. Does 8 pm work for you?”

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