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“Like you know anything about me.”

“You’re right. It’s not like my career is based on being able to read people.”

“Well… you are wrong.”

“Okay, Jenna. My bad. So, do you even need my input if I’m such an unreliable source?”

“Are you always this annoying?”

“Apparently, only to you. Any other woman upstairs would have taken my cock and thanked me for it.”

“I’m never going to thank you for it.”

“So, youwilltake it and won’t say thank you for the screaming orgasm I’d give you?”

“We are never going to happen, Flex. I’m not some doormat to fuck.” I bristle at her word choice. I stop dead in my tracks and turn to face her.

“You can think what you like of me, Jenna. I really don’t give a shit. But, I draw the line at you making all kinds ofincorrectassumptions about the women who choose submission. I’ve never considered a submissive a doormat. It is an honor to have a woman submit to me, and I treat them with respect.”

“Them?How many women have you fucked at one time?”

“So, nosey. What number is going to make you happy? One. Two. Five? Why stop at women? Do you want to know how many guys have been involved in my gangbangs?”

She looks truly shocked. “Gangbangs?”

“Not vanilla?” I say with a burst of laughter. Jenna has a dark side. Shewantsto dip her toe in the water, but I sure as shit won’t be jumping in the kiddy pool with her.

“Don’t look so smug. Not all of us want to get naked and bang anything in sight.”

I’m going to enjoy sitting back and watching Jenna eat crow.

True to my word, we talk strictly business in my office, and I give her a few suggestions on additional cyber security for the club.Venom is nothing without guaranteed discretion and the assured privacy of our patrons.

When we’re done, I offer her my suit jacket. “Do you want to slip out of your clothes again and wear this out into the bar?”

“Goodnight, Flex.” I follow her out into the bar.

“How are you getting home?”

“The way I always do.”

“All kidding aside, how are you getting home?”

“I’m going to walk. My apartment isn’t far from here.”

“Are you insane? This isn’t Boston, Jenna. I’ll walk with you.”

“I’m not going to invite you in to get another notch on your bedpost.”

I feign offense. “Give me some credit. I don’t keep such a rudimentary tally. I’m a classy guy. I keep an excel spreadsheet.”

She shoves my shoulder as I follow her outside. “You’re terrible.”

“You love it.”

“You’re a dangerous combination, Flex Navarro,” she says as we meander the streets of Manhattan.

“How so?”

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