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“Eww, gross,” Taylor screeched, stumbling backward off the bed. Her heels slid out from under her, and she flailed about. “This skirt is vintage!”
“We’ll take care of him,” Krystal said, rushing in with the other woman to help Taylor stand. “You’ve had a long day and should rest.”
Taylor pouted between the two. “I do feel like I need a good hydration mask and a bath,” she sighed. “Think you can handle him?”
“We’ve been handling him,” the second one said. “Damon is our little pussy cat.”
Taylor’s lip curled at the snarky tone. “Well, thank you so much,Jessica. Since he’s such a pussy cat for you, maybe I’ll bump your name to the bottom of the list. Everyone knows men like a challenge, and if he’s already comfortable being around you, it might be hard for Damon to muster up the effort to even want to impregnate you.”
A shade of green, similar to Damon’s coloring, tinged Jessica’s face. “Please don’t make me go after Barb. She smells, Taylor.”
Taylor snatched the tray off the dresser and shoved it into Jessica’s stomach. “Then serve my man properly and never call him a fucking pussy cat again.”
Head down, Jessica spoke to the floor. “Yes, Taylor.”
Bruce cleared his throat, wisely staying back with Claudia and Emily. “What time are you heading out in the morning?”
In the most exaggerated huff of disgust, Taylor tossed her long, luxurious hair over one shoulder. “Parker said at six, but that’ssouncivilized.”
“Agreed. So how about I gas up the car for you in the morning?” Bruce offered. “That way, you can leave around seven and give yourself time to rest.”
Taylor eyed him suspiciously. “And why would you do that?”
“Because you did well today, and I was impressed with the execution of the grab.” Bruce shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on hisheels. “Hell, it was so flawless, you might’ve been able to run with our team back in the day.”
It was as if a light bulb had been switched on inside Taylor. Already possessing some unhinged need for praise, Bruce’s compliment sent the psychopath soaring. “I did well? Really?” she squeaked. “That means so much coming from you!”
Michael kept his expression blank, but Jamison couldn’t, and the next thing she knew, he was tossing her over his shoulder. “Ladies, when you’re done with Damon, bring some food to my room for Jamison.”
“Wait, you said you wouldn’t do it until I could watch.” Taylor stomped her foot, and Jamison thought she might snap if she heard that sound one more time. “And I wanted to relax tonight.”
“I already told you I wasn’t starting tonight.” Michael smacked her ass hard, gripping it roughly when she squirmed. “Not that I don’t want to.”
“Okay, so no fucking,” Taylor ordered, lifting her pinkie. “Swear?”
Michael snagged Taylor’s pinkie with his own. “Swear.”
Chapter 33
Michael’s boots pounded on the hardwood floors as he carried her down the hall. “I know you’re not as out of it as you’re pretending.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan, isn’t it?”
She couldn’t see anything but the floor while he hauled her across the upper level, but she could hear the laughter in his voice.
“You’ll have to kill me first.”
“That can be arranged. It would make all this easier.”
She punched his back. “I can walk, you know.”
“But can you shut up?”
Down another long hall, they came to the last room, and Michael swung open the door. It was dark inside, lit only by the moonlight streaming through a wall of windows. She barely had time to register any details before being tossed onto a bed.
With her limbs fully functional again, she scrambled to the headboard. “Do not touch me.”
