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My body jerked, and I gasped as arousal leaked out of me and soaked my panties. My mouth hung open at the audacity of his admission.

I didn’t reply. What could I say?

Grayson:See? You’re scared.

Hell, no.He wasn’t going to make me appear like a frightened woman.

Natalie:Not scared at all. I’m wondering what kind of ‘angles’ you have in mind. Because in your head is the only way that will ever happen.

Grayson:I’m experiencing ERECTANGLE while thinking of you right now.

Heat flushed into my cheeks as a wide smile made its way onto my lips. How was I going to win this bet when my body betrayed me with every reply? He made me feel powerful, safe, and horny at the same time.

I could make him want me. I saw that earlier today when he devoured me in his office. The hunger that possessed him also possessed me. That fact made me push him away.

Grayson had the power to make me want him so badly, I almost lost sight of my goal. I couldn’t think when he’d kissed me with that much fervor. My body had responded to him on command. It made me feel powerful to have a man desire me that much.

Right now, he was seducing me with text messages. I could practically see him touching himself while thinking of me.

Our relationship had already shifted beyond business matters.

Natalie:I’m terrified of this chat.

Grayson:Why?

Natalie:Because it’s making me hot and bothered. I need my sleep for an early meeting tomorrow.

Grayson:Go to bed.

Natalie:Okay.

Grayson:Buttercup?

Natalie: Yes.

Grayson:I know you’re lying.

Natalie:About what?

Grayson:You’re not afraid of this chat but of how I make you feel.

Natalie:You’re not in my head. You don’t know.

Grayson.The reason doesn’t matter because I’ll be the last person you think about tonight before bed. I WIN. Goodnight. (Smile emoji)

I didn’t reply. Because if I did, this conversation would go on all night.

Before bed, his face was the last thing I remembered.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

NATALIE

Sitting inside my car after work, I breathed slowly, trying to calm my nerves as I patted my roomy purse for my tools. I felt the outline of a hammer, a wrench, and pliers—all the things I needed to commit a crime I never imagined I’d ever do.

I couldn’t sit around waiting for clues about The Prism to show up. I had to do something. Nerves wreaked havoc in my stomach, but I willed them away.

I’d never done anything illegal in my life. Breaking and entering had never occurred to me until desperation forced me to make a move. Knowing me, I’d probably do it wrong, but I had to try. What was so special about The Prism that had my dad keeping it a secret from me and Mom?

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