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I know. That’s what makes my dick so hard.
What annoys me more about myself is the inability to see or acknowledge his rude comments about not liking my hair.Ilike my hair, and he should give me an apology for that before we go anywhere.
“Well, this could be good for you.”
I blink a couple of times. “How, pray tell?”
“Well, aside from the mind blowing sex?—”
“Wait!” I hold up one palm. “How do you know that?”
She cocks her head to the side. “Seriously? It’sBrew.There’s been talk around the club, albeit not recently, it seems ourlover boyis saving his cookies all for you.”
It’s true. I don’t like the thought of Brew with another woman, but it’s also a ridiculous notion. We’re both adults, and he’s no doubt had a string of women. I, on the other hand, had one partner, and the sex was definitely missionary and out of obligation. My ex-husband never took care of my needs, because it washisneeds that were to be met. I didn’t enjoy sex, and I didn’t know it could be good, heck, I didn’t ever havethosethoughts about Steven that I do with Brew. It doesn’t even compare. Brew is dark, wild, untamable, and I love that about him. He’s not afraid to be himself, no matter what.
I think about where Brew had his fingers — as well as stealing my panties — and I shudder. Then I remember what he did with said panties, and my cheeks flush.
I’m in so much trouble.
“I sincerely doubt that,” I mutter. “But this is not ideal. He’s my boss, not to mention the man has barely said more than a sentence since I started working there almost two years ago.”
She gives me a daring smile. “Clearly, his talents lie elsewhere.”
“Knock it off,” I whisper. “I need some adult advice. What am I going to do? I let him… Put his hands on me, and now he’s like a dog with a bone.”
“Of course he is. Men love sex, and Brew is no different, and look at you, E.” Amber waves her palm at me. “You’re a smoking hot mama. No wonder he wants to bone you. Just take each day as it comes.”
I make wide eyes at her as a server comes over, takes our drink order, then leaves. “Please lower your voice, I’m not discussing boning at the dinner table.”
“Ugh, you’re so boring.”
“I’mnotboring. I just… This is new for me. I’ve never had anything like this happen since… well, since…”
“My brother?”
“Yes, and even then, it wasn’t like this, not even close.”
We both sober. Amber reaches over the table to take my hands in hers. “Haven’t heard anymore about the hearing.”
I nod. I know. Ever since we heard the news that Steven may be getting out on a technicality, I’ve been worried, to say the least. We both have. Vincent may have been the mastermind in all of this, but that doesn’t excuse Steven. They were both in on it, and involved in some shady shit. I had no clue that either of them was involved in human trafficking, or that Vincent had an entire setup in one of his offices that nobody was aware of. Tears spring to my eyes when I think about the life it would have meant for my daughter. Amber was fifteen when she was forced into a relationship with Vincent. She was a child. A fewyears later, when she couldn’t get pregnant, he’d beat her black and blue for not producing a child. I had no clue Vincent was grooming her until many years later. I was so blind in thinking he was a good guy. A mentor. I’ll never be blind ever again.
Bile rises in my throat just thinking about the reason we ran. I didn’t want my daughter being abused, groomed or sold.
“I’m scared,” I admit. “What if he gets out?”
“He won’t.”
I let go of her hands, retrieving a tissue from my bag. Dabbing my eyes, I’m unable to cry fully because I’ll save that for later when I have privacy. “I can’t ever see him again. Ineverwant to see him again, Amber.”
“You won’t have to,” she reassures me. “And if by some weird misstep of justice he gets out, we’ll have the club behind us. He won’t remain free for very long.”
My eyes widen. I’ve never condoned the killing of anyone or any kind of vigilante justice… But then I think about all the people the two of them hurt. Human trafficking, and they were involved. They ran an operation that stunned authorities, and we were inadvertently part of it.
I clear my throat. “You were so brave.” I know my voice is small, but I can’t help it. “Getting us out of there. I can never repay you?—”
“Stop that kind of talk,” she chastises. “You were so much braver. You had Olive to think of, and if things went pear-shaped, we both would’ve never left.”
I sniffle into my tissue, then I laugh without humor. “Remember when you punched Jude in the face?”
