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“Yet the game goes way beyond fictional realities, Mr. Blackwell. It’s a training ground for psychotics and sexual predators.”

“Yet you enjoyed yourself, calling it a fantasy fulfilled. Yes?” I could tell I was getting under my little lamb’s skin.

The flush had returned. So had a new nervous tic in the corner of her lush lips. “I’m a professional. I knew what to expect.”

“Did you?”

“Yes,” she stated with utter defiance.

“I’m glad to hear that. What other recommendations do you have for me? Please, don’t hold back.”

Perhaps she wanted to shock me with her even more provocative suggestions, but little did she know there was nothing on this earth capable of shocking me any longer. I’d done far too many of the repulsive things she was likely thinking about.

Worrying about.

But on which level? The fact a masked man had seen through her defenses or that she wanted to either experience so many of the devious acts?

I folded my arms, enjoying the flow of her words, the suggestions she made, and the way her lips pursed into small but perfect o’s when she spoke. When she was finished, she locked eyes withmine, both smart enough and self-confident to the point she willed herself not to look away or even blink.

Impressive.

But she would look more impressive when I had her on all fours, begging me to fuck her tight little pussy.

When I said nothing for almost a full minute, I could sense her apprehension increasing. The slight squirm as she shifted from one foot to the other was far too appealing.

“I do appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts with me. They are invaluable.”

She wasn’t certain what to make of my comment, the slight blush cresting across her clenched jaw an indication she couldn’t ascertain if what I’d said was a compliment. “Well, I’m glad you think so and I very much appreciate the opportunity.” She turned toward the door, taking confident strides.

“Ms. Turner, I didn’t tell you that you could leave, but I understand you have a prior commitment. However, you’ll need to let your friends know you can only spend two hours with them. Two. Hours.”

“And why is that, Mr. Blackwell?”

“Because as should have been explained to you, either myself or one of my brothers always spends some time with the three top candidates prior to going into the final competition.”

My words forced her to turn around. “Does that mean…” She also wasn’t committing to either being excited or annoyed at my demand.

“I believe you’ll find out soon enough. Tell me where you’re meeting them, and I’ll pick you up.”

“That’s not necessary.”

I lifted my head, this time the one locking eyes with her.

What did my good little lamb do?

She obeyed me.

CHAPTER 13

Jessica

Dark and dangerous.

That’s the way I thought about Xander Blackwell.

I was still shivering from the conversation I’d had with him.

The entire discussion had been unnerving, but obviously another test. How many were there going to be?

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