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"Are you hungry?" he asks, opening the refrigerator to pull out pots of food.

"I can eat, but what is that?" I ask him with a laugh.

"Broccoli, spaghetti sauce, meatballs. I can make fresh pasta for you. Unless you have somewhere else you need to be."

Logic tells me I need to get the hell out of here. I've electrocuted this man and drugged him. I highly doubt the police want to hear it was payback for him assaulting me earlier because I fired him. Still, the threat of Tyler's anger no longer seems relevant. It's obsolete if he's cooking food for me, right?

"Sit down, Natalie," he commands, nudging his chin toward the sofa and coffee table. He looks at the TV, the porn is stuck on the end, paused, and waiting for one of us to select the next movie.

"You have interesting taste in movies," I tell him with a light giggle.

"I thought you put that on at some point between shocking the shit out of me and drugging me."

I shake my head from side to side, positioning myself in a way to face him while glancing back at the TV. "Nope. I gave you the, uh, tainted beer, and you said you wanted to watch a naughty movie after doing naughty things."

"Fuck. I was out of it. What the hell did you give me?" he asks, rubbing the back of his head.

"A little something that Anderson cooked up."

He shakes his head. "He's going to get you arrested. The shit he was talking about doing to Chanel because she asked for drugs was criminal."

"Okay pot, Anderson's the kettle," I say with a laugh.

Tyler turns to face me. "What?"

"Shit, I'm showing my age. It's a saying that the pot shouldn't call the kettle black. Like you calling Anderson a criminal, when the both of us have committed several felonies tonight."

Tyler shrugs as he gets back to cooking us food. "You liked it, but so did I."

CHAPTER 6

Tyler

Food and fucking my ex-boss for hours until we pass out in my bed have me picturing the rest of my life this way. The way Natalie's hair falls around her face while she sleeps makes her look like an angel. But, what the fuck?

This bitch electrocuted me. I think I liked it. She drugged me. I know I liked that.

I brush the hair out of my own face, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what's going to happen today.

"We're pretty fucking weird, aren't we?" Her question cuts into my morning thoughts before I realize she's awake too. The way her tone softens makes me glance in her direction. There's a shade of red blooming across her cheeks. She raises her hands to cover her face.

I push myself to sit up, pulling her hands away from her face. "Don't be shy now. I've been in and out of you in too many ways for you to start blushing, Natalie."

She laughs and laughs loudly to the point I hear the tiniest snort at the end of it. Natalie gasps and slams a pillow over her face. I pull that away from her face too.

"If it makes you feel any better, you can drug and tase me any time you want. I liked that. The surprise jump at the door wasclutch too. I didn't think you had this in you. Although, I should have known since Anderson freely brags about drugging your clients and lacing their drugs."

The smile drops from her face. "Wait a minute. What was that about lacing drugs?"

"Shit. Listen, don't get all Boss Bitch right now. When I left yesterday, I ran into Anderson who was making several stops at dealers around the city. He said something about shrooms, ex, and coke for Chanel."

Natalie growls, pushing herself to sit up and looking around. "I need to call Chanel. Pink elephant coke while out on the town is fine. On the job? She's doing an ad for a carnival circus that's set to go on tour. She's probably cowering under a table somewhere. Where's my phone?"

"I have no idea, but I think you would have heard about anything out of the ordinary before our run-in last night. You got here around midnight. There's no way someone from the set didn't call you if she was in trouble or something."

Natalie forces herself to take several deep breaths. "Okay, you're right. Someone would have called by now."

To ease the anxiety I can sense creeping into Natalie, I get up to search the space for her phone. It doesn't take long to get it to her. Once she powers it on, her worst fears explode onto her screen.

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