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It wasn’t going to work, though.

My body chose for me. I rushed back to the desk and pulled open the drawer, staring down at my phone. The screen flashed, his name beaming, a sign to stop all of this before it spun out of control.

It’s too late.

I picked up my phone and sucked in a sharp breath, tears blurring my vision.

You’re beautiful.

That was all he said.

Not another command, not another ask for more. Nothing like that.

They’re going over contracts with me and all that stuff. I’ll come see you around five

A pang of disappointment followed, and I realized it was because I wanted to keep playing.

Please behave.

I will. Don’t touch yourself again for the rest of the day. Drink a lot of water. I want you hydrated before I see you in a bit

Fuck.

THIRTY-THREE

SALT

Her ex-husband really hated me,and unfortunately, I got off on that.

Especially since now he couldn’t get rid of me.

I sat in his office with him and Scott. He didn’t know that Pepper sent me pictures of her pussy, or that I’d fucked her nonstop over the last few days. We’d been in some sort of feral frenzy, and I was starting to think that Pepper’s sexual appetite outpaced my own.

We were the perfect match.

Jeff leaned forward to adjust a picture frame on his desk of him with a woman and a little girl. They looked happy, which I didn’t think was a bad thing.

Scott handed me a water bottle as he sat down, glancing at Jeff. “Sure you want to be here? I can walk him through everything.”

“Yep,” Jeff said tightly. “Just going to listen while I work on plans for the LA awards. Pepper still won’t let me bring Ally next week.”

Next week?I made a mental note to ask Pepper about that. Not that she had to tell me when she was going out of town. We were still so new. But also… I did want to know if she was leaving.

“Jeff,” Scott sighed. “You gotta stop, man.”

Jeff was a lot different when Pepper wasn’t in the room, I realized. Meaner? More two-faced.

I looked directly at him. “Why don’t you like Pepper?”

Jeff glowered. “Who says I don’t like Pepper?”

“Okay,” Scott interjected. “This is not professional?—”

“It’s pretty clear you don’t like her. Or me, for that matter.” I was pushing it. I knew that, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from continuing. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“You sure about that?”

I cocked my head, holding his unwavering gaze.

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