“Actually, with what’s recently come to light, I’m afraid that number’s going to be much higher,” Priest says.
“The fuck do you mean?” Carl snarls.
Samantha clicks a button, and another slide appears on the screen. It’s a picture of Jacek passed out, covered in vomit, with drug paraphernalia strewn around him.
“Fuck,” Carl grumbles.
“If you think that’s bad, you should see what else she has,” Priest chuckles.
“What the fuck do you want?” Carl growls. “Because I can only get a loan out for so much.”
“Then you’re in luck,” Priest says. “Because I don’t want your money.”
“Then what the hell do you want?”
“I want the Hunks. The entire fucking show.”
“Like bloody hell!” Carl snarls, slamming his hands on the table.
Wayne rises to a stand and glares at Carl. “Enough of that!”
Carl shakes his head in fury.
“Aside from Priest’s compelling video and other evidence, he has a detailed log of all the abuse he’s suffered during his tenure with the Hunks.”
“That’s bullshit,” Carl growls.
Priest chuckles. “My word and evidence against yours, old man.”
Samantha is a goddamn force. It’s a wonder she didn’t settle for being a lawyer because she’s so damn good at it.
“Is that all?” Carl shouts. “Because if it is, you can take your offer and shove it.”
“Actually, I’m not quite done yet.” Samantha gets up from her seat. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to retrieve something.”
Before she leaves the room, she winks at me, and a moment later, my phone vibrates with a text.
Samantha:How am I doing?
Toxic:Better than I would like, though I don’t much like your angle.
Samantha:Well, I need some help.
Toxic:Doesn’t sound like you do.
Samantha:THE PIPE IS CLOGGED!
Surprised, and strangely excited, I get up from my seat and tell the others, “I’ll just be a minute,” and head to the bathroom.
Samantha pulls me into the women’s room and presses her round stomach against mine as she grabs my shirt with her fists.
“Don’t you dare deny me,” she warns. She’s like an animal, pulling at my belt, lifting my shirt, rubbing against me like a bitch in heat.
And I fucking need her. Every cell in my body yearns for her.
Deep down, I know this is a bad idea, but neither heaven nor hell could stop me at this point.
I lock the door, hoping that the small 2 o’clock crowd won’t have any emergencies, and pray to fucking God this isn’t a dream.
