Page 21 of Judging Duke

“Did you hear a word of what I said?” he asked.

“Not one. Just get me out of here.”

“You’re not coming back to work. I told you. You need rest. You’ve been working yourself to death lately.”

“If you don’t get me out of here, I will walk to the nearest train station. Now get me the fuck out of here, Dexter. Do what I fucking pay you for.”

I knew I was being an asshole, but I couldn’t stay in the same hotel as that coward.

“Okay, okay. I’ll have a car with you tomorrow. It’s the best I can do. You’ll just have to suck up whatever it is you’ve done for one more day. Can you do that?”

Could I? I guess it wouldn’t kill me, and as long as I stayed inside my room, I wouldn’t run the risk of running into Duke.

“Fine,” I said, making it damn clear it really wasn’t.

I hung up and flopped back onto the bed, putting my hands behind my head. I gazed up at the ceiling, wondering what the hell I was going to do until the car arrived.

Fuck, I was bored already, and it had only been five minutes. Maybe I could take a walk through the grounds?

Yeah, I could do that.

I slipped my phone in my pocket and left the room, skipping down the stairs. I didn’t want anyone to see me.

I managed to escape into the garden. The sun was still high in the sky, and I stripped off my shirt. A bit of vitamin D never hurt anyone. I had the type of skin that didn’t burn but tanned easily.

I’d not really seen much of the building and decided to do a bit of exploring.

It was a big house, probably eighteenth century by the looks of it. I might be a porn star, but I knew stuff. I didn’t spend all my time having sex, although some probably thought I did.

I had a house, did laundry, and I loved to cook.

Deer wandered on the edge of the woods, and I wished I had my camera with me. Another thing I loved was photography. I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures. They wouldn’t be brilliant—the animals were a little too far away—but when I checked them, they were okay.

I walked around the rear of the house, snapping photos on my phone, checking each one. An archway leading into some sort of secret garden caught my eye, and I framed it as best I could, zooming in on a wrought-iron gate at the end of the garden. That’d make a great print.

I checked the picture and zoomed in, looking at the detail I’d managed to capture, and almost dropped my phone in shock.

There, leaning against a tree, was Duke, but he wasn’t alone.

Was that the receptionist? I zoomed in again, cursing when it went out of focus. There was no mistaking them, though.

There was the lovely Holly, with Duke’s dick shoved down her throat, his hands clutching either side of her head, his own head thrown back in ecstasy.

Well, now that was a turn-up for the books.

I contemplated standing to watch. I wasn’t embarrassed, far from it, but a pang of something akin to jealousy hit me.

I might have hated the guy, but it didn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck him six ways until Sunday. I took one last look, chuckling to myself, and let myself back into the house.

The sooner I was out of here, the better.

CHAPTER FIVE

DUKE

Iwalked back into the lobby of the hotel, rubbing my thumb over my lip. No blood, thankfully, but it still fucking hurt, and it was swelling.

He’d caught me a good ’un, but I couldn’t blame him. I’d probably have done the same in his shoes.

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