Page 26 of Hacker Betrayed

I held up my hand, not wanting Kat to explain what Antonio did to her. I was horny and her story probably would only make things worse. "I'll tell Paxton I'm staying at home tonight."

Rachelle frowned. "I'm still new to the lifestyle, but communication is the key to making things work. Wes told me you were going to the club this weekend with Paxton. You need to explain to him that you need a few orgasms."

"Or you could show up to his work," Kat suggested. "Office sex is the best…I should stop by AA Security. The kids are at daycare, and it's harder to fit in alone time. Plus office sex adds a layer of excitement."

I wasn't sure if going after Paxton was the right idea. Years ago, I'd told myself I'd never date another man, but I found myself always thinking about him and wanting to call or text him. "Before I lose the nerve, I'll stop by his office on the way home. I guess my sister stood me up."

"Go have sex and forget about everything else." Kat grabbed the check. "I'll take care of this, but text me details later. If you want, you can send them to the group chat."

I stood from the bench and flipped my friend off. "I'm going to go talk to Paxton. Still not sure about the office sex."

The closer I got to the exit of the diner, the better the idea sounded.

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I tuggedopen the heavy glass door to Rose Plastic Surgery. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I stepped into the modern waiting room. On the wall was a giant photo of Paxton. Behind the ten-foot-long marble counter sat a blonde woman with double D breasts. I couldn't take my eyes away as I approached the counter. "I'm here to see Paxton."

"Dr. Renolds, you mean." She wrinkled her nose. "He's busy at the moment."

Over breakfast, he told me he didn't have any surgeries today and if I wanted to stop by, he would like that. He wanted to show me his practice. I told him I'd spent way too much time in a plastic surgery office. He went on to explain how he already thought my body was perfect. The man did have a stubborn streak, so I didn't bother pointing out the scars all over my body. "He'll want to see me."

She flipped her long hair over her shoulder. "If he stopped what he was doing for every woman that tried to see him because she assumes he has a thing for her, he would never get work done. I can take your number and name down. We can also schedule your appointment."

"Or…" I glanced to the employee entrance. The plastic barbie doll wasn't a match for me. All I had to do was flick her with my nail and she'd probably pop. "I'll just go back and find him myself."

Her lips twisted. "Just because you went to the club with him once does not mean anything. The Renolds brothers sleep with a lot of women."

I tried not to let my insecurities creep in, but I stopped for a second to think about what Paxton did. He was a plastic surgeon who made the perfect woman each day. I could never live up to any of the women he’d probably dated or the long list of women who would want to date him. Still, there was no way would I let this woman use my insecurities as a weapon this second. Later I would work to pull myself back to reality, but someone needed to teach the bitch who was in charge.

"Except he woke up this morning next to me. I wonder how he's going to feel about you talking about his private life in the open. The place you mentioned has a strict NDA about discussions outside of those walls. I'm sure if I mentioned what you said to Paxton you would get kicked out or maybe even sued. I counted four people in the reception area when I glanced around."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "You need to leave, or I'll call the cops."

"You can try, but you might not have a job afterwards. I'll let myself back." I strode past her, and she grabbed my forearm. Her red fake nails dug into my skin, drawing a speck of blood. I twisted, so she had to release the grip and shoved my foot against her lower legs dropping her to the floor. She screamed as her ass hit the marble. I stepped over her and through the door. "Paxton's going to be busy for a while, so hold his appointments. If anyone asks, just say he's with his girlfriend."

The receptionist’s voice carried into the hall as I tried to find Paxton's office. The walls were a light gray and soothing music played through the building. I weaved through the area, passing by offices. A few women in blue scrubs glanced at me but didn't say anything as I reached the back, where there were two sets of double doors. One had Dr. Paxton Renolds on them, and the other, Dr. Ryder Cliff. Dr. Cliff was Paxton's mentor and part owner in the practice. I pushed the doors to Paxton’s open and glanced around the open office.

The streak of blood on my arm caught my attention. A doctor should have a Band-Aid or something in his desk. I sat in his ergonomic chair and pulled open the top drawer. Nothing I could use to wipe the blood. Next, I yanked open the drawer to the left and pushed around his bag of candy.

"Rumor around the office is my girlfriend took out my receptionist and barged into my office." I froze at the sound of his deep voice.

He stood in front of his desk in navy scrubs and his arms crossed. I winced, knowing I caused a scene at his place of work. "She's a bitch by the way, but my actions were uncalled for."

"Dr. Cliff's wives always are bitches. Probably the reason he keeps a lawyer on his payroll for all the divorces he ends up getting." He stepped around the side, and I swirled in the chair and glanced up at him.

My first instinct was to drop to my knees. I'd never had the urge to do a scene outside the club, but Paxton made me want more and the idea of him bending me over his desk had me wanting to please him. "I'm sorry, Sir."

Paxton closed his eyes. "Mia, I'm only holding on by a thread. I think you pushing your way past the front door is sexy as hell," he replied, putting a finger under my chin. "But you stated in the beginning you weren't going to sleep with me."

I remember the conversation. Part of me had worried if I slept with him, I would fall for him. Instead, I fell for the man without even sleeping with him. "Can I change my mind? I've been bad."

"Stand up and put your hands on the desk."

CHAPTER9

Paxton

"I'm not going to repeat myself, Mia. Stand up and put your hands on the desk." The floor-to-ceiling windows were covered in a filling to keep prying eyes out of my office but still gave me the ability to see out. The state-of-the-art technology over the windows cost me way too much money, but I loved looking outside and having privacy. Mia's eyes went to the window, but I didn't want her to know nobody could see in.

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