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I turned to Mitzy who was bouncing on her heels, far too giddy with excitement for a middle-aged woman of sophistication. “I’m sorry, but you are?” I asked of Aiden.

Beaming, Mitzy brushed me off and bent down to pick up a racket from the bag at his feet, passing it to me. “He’s my tennis coach. You’ll learn a lot from him.”Oh, goody.

Swinging the racket around, I got used to the way it felt in my hands. It wasn’t bad. Like a flyswatter. I think I could do this. There couldn’t be much to it, right? It’d be like whacking balls.

I would’ve liked to hit Red in the balls with this thing at times. Right now was one of those times. You know, for making me do this.

If I was being honest, though, I would have much rather stroked his balls, hearing him grunt and beg for more. I would run my finger through his arousal and taste him. Then I would give him the best blowjob of his life.

Oh, the things I wanted to do to that man. The problem was that we’d agreed to be sexually exclusive—begrudgingly—for the sake of this farce but hadn’t done anything yet. Truth be told, it had become like a game of cat and mouse. When I’d wanted it after he’d eaten me out and left no crumbs behind, he’d walked out my door. Then when he’d wanted me to come over, I’d denied him. I was a girl with needs, but I was also complicated. What could I say?

Oh, shit, none of this was right. This was borderline demented, wasn’t it? I was out with his mother, she was literally standing right next to me, and all I could think about was her son’s dick. And me riding it. No. I shook my head and tried to get caught up on what was going on around me.

Mitzy had a racket now.

Aiden was tossing a ball in the air.

They were talking about something.

“What now?” I finally asked to get this show on the road.

“Now, you play,” Aiden said and placed a hand on the small of Mitzy’s back, pushing her to the other side of the court. “You on this side, Jade. Mitzy will be over there.”

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun, isn’t it, Jade?” Mitzy threw over her shoulder as she walked across the court, her racket pitched on her shoulder.

Fun? Sure. I would’ve chosen any number of other words, but we could go with fun. I pushed my visor up and walked to the middle of my half of the court.

“Mitzy, you serve,” Aiden called and backed up to the side of the net as her bright yellow tennis ball streaked through the air.

Chapter Sixteen

Reddington

I didn’t likebeing strong-armed into doing shit.

Worse was when I didn’t have any real control in the matter and had to roll with the punches as dickwads like Mark Cavallo threw them. Which was why a chill ran down my spine when his name popped up on my phone, alerting me to an incoming call.

“Mark, how’s it going?” I asked, answering in an aloof way, stepping out of my home office to stretch my legs. Truth was, I didn’t actually care how it was going. Unless it involved him investing in my company. You know, in that he decided to put me out of my misery and was going to stop pulling the strings, making me feel like his damn puppet.

“Can’t complain. I’m having a good smoke at the cigar lounge, but, Red, it ends there because my wife’s upset.”

And my fiancée was a wise ass. But what did that have to do with anything?

Seriously, what was this, the day to share stuff no one asked to hear about? I was failing to see how this was my problem.

I didn’t say any of that, though. Instead, I answered a touch more diplomatically. “Doesn’t seem too good. What can I do to help?” Because I was assuming if he was telling me, it was because he thought I could do something. I doubted it, but here we were regardless.

I could only imagine the smoke skulking out of his mouth. “Sherrilyn found out your fiancée is playing tennis with your mother at the club. Sherrilyn’s feeling left out. You understand.”

Hmm. Let me think on that one.

Hold please.

Thinking.

Still thinking.

Nope.

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