Page 27 of Corrupt Game

I would have to sneak around either one of them, but there were going to be other safeguards to keep me from being able to run the elevator without Mr. Holdt or Rossi.

Sex.

He’d mentioned sex. It could be the weakness that I was looking for. I’d been in too many situations where I’d had to use my womanly assets to get out of a bad place.

Some people had hang ups about using sex to get what they wanted or needed, I didn’t. A person had to use whatever was at their disposal to keep moving forward.

I had been given these assets and it was up to me to decide how I was going to use them. If sex was the means it would take to give me Andy’s killer, then I would be okay with that.

It wasn’t any different than being able to kick a football for a field goal for the team. Or using my brain to find a way to work through a situation.

From a young age, I’d known that sex was something that could be used in negotiations or to be bartered with.

People got so squeamish about it. It was no different than any other bodily function. An itch that needed to be scratched on occasion. Something to use for procreation.

Andy had been certain that love was out there. It was something he’d believed in with his whole heart. Not just a sexual encounter, but someone that would love him. Together, they’d build a family and a home.

His romanticism was one of the reasons I loved him. For myself, I didn’t believe anything of the kind. Love was just an emotion that people spoke of to keep their relationships intact. No one really loved anyone romantically past the first flush of infatuation. Humans were selfish beings that had little capacity to love anyone but ourselves.

I never begrudged that dream for Andy though. I wanted that for him, because I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to have the life he’d planned for himself. Now he wouldn’t have that, and I hated it.

If Mr. Holdt wanted sex from me, then I was going to give it to him after I got what I wanted.

Just in case that wasn’t the only thing that would work, I still needed to figure out another way to get above the ground floor.

Sex with Mr. Holdt was more appealing than some of the fuck buddies I’d used during my college and high school years. The body couldn’t be ignored for long periods of time. It was a need that I’d taken care of.

Not only did he smell amazing, but he was hot as fuck.

I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of riding him to orgasm.

His toned physique made me think he could handle a more intense sexual experience than the average guy. It was all about stamina.

What would his hands feel like brushing down my skin? His hand in mine had felt exciting, but I was afraid he might become an addiction that would be hard to break when I left.

I had to find a way out of here.

He was the enemy. I couldn’t let him get this far into my mind.

Andy was dead because of him.

But what if he hadn’t caused his death personally?

“Collette, don’t be an idiot,” I muttered to myself.

The simple thought of sex had me hoping that Ian Holdt wasn’t the reason my brother was dead.

“You know the truth. Stay strong,” I repeated over and over as my eyes closed.

***

I jerked awake.

What time was it? Where was I?

Unsure of my surroundings, I noticed the bathroom light was on still.

From all the years in foster care, I had to have some source of light on while asleep.

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