Page 72 of Opening Strain

“Hey, King. Jenna and I are ready to go to the mansion, if you got the permission?”

“Sure did. I figured you didn’t care about the price.”

My eyebrows raise. “Of course not.” I don’t even ask how much, as it doesn’t matter. All that’s important is getting us away from the reporters. He says he’ll meet us there to get us situated.

“King will meet us there to let us in. Are you all set?”

She nods and picks up her “purse,” adjusting the strap over her shoulder. “Yup.”

“No. Wait. I should carry that for you. The press will have a field day if I don’t.”

She tugs on the straps. “No, it’s not necessary. If you carry it, they’ll think it’s luggage. This way, I can keep up the ruse it’s my purse.”

Damn. She’s brilliant. “You know, you’re right.” I motion for her to proceed me. “Lead the way.”

She giggles and my cock takes notice.Down boy. My eyes fasten on her ass as she opens the front door and we face the media gauntlet again, which has grown since we’ve been inside. She tosses her “purse” into the backseat and once again takes the driver’s side. Afterclosing her door, I make my way over to the passenger side and get in, extending my leg to its full length.

Jenna backs up and the reporters rush to their cars. Her palm contacts the steering wheel. “Why can’t they give us a break?”

I repeat what the PR team says all the time. “It’s their job.”

“Their job sucks.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t want to be them.” I chuckle. “You don’t have to drive like a bat out of hell this time. The mansion is in a gated community, remember? They won’t be able to get past the front gate.”

She relaxes in the seat. “You’re right.” A slow grin takes shape across her face. At the top of her lungs, she screams, “Follow me, boys!”

My head bounces on the headrest as we drive at a normal pace, stopping at stop signs and obeying traffic laws. She turns into the community and we approach the gate.

“Hi. We’re going to Secluded Rest.”

The guard behind the desk asks, “Name?”

Jenna glances at me, to which I tip my chin. I’m sure King gave them her name. “Jenna Westfield.”

A beat passes before the guard scribbles something down and hands Jenna a piece of paper. “Keep this on your front dash. From now on, all you’ll have to do is show this and you’ll be let in.” It’s an extended stay pass.

Jenna puts it down in front of her. “Great. Oh, and see all those cars behind me?” She waves behind us.

The guard peers out. “Hard to miss.”

“Don’t let any of them in. They’re reporters.”

“You got it. Have a good day.”

With that, we enter the community and drive toward the mansion overlooking the water. “You have a devious streak in you, don’t you Miss Westfield?”

Her teeth worry her bottom lip. “Only when it’s called for.”

“Remind me not to earn it.”

“Keep up with your exercises and treat your momma with respect, and we’ll be good.” She turns into the long driveway.

One out of two will have to do.

King opens my car door. “Glad to see you made it.” He gives me a light punch on my shoulder.

“Yeah, well, looks like a nice neighborhood...” We chuckle.

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