Unknown Caller.
“Answer.”
“You told me–”
“Answer it,” I suggested.
Silently, he slid the bar across the phone.
“Speak.”
The depths of his baritone pierced my pussy. I squeezed my walls together to compress her pain. She was aching with desire.
“Speakerphone,” I whispered.
“... might have forgotten who is in charge here. I’ve made requests that you haven’t met. Two m–”
“Come get it if you want it.”
Chuckling, the altered voice on the other end raised the hair on my shoulders. My index finger itched with as much desire as my pussy was thudding with.
Not the answer,I reminded myself.
“You and I know that’s not the answer I was looking for. It seems like I’m going to have to release these photos, Mr. Mayor. You leave me no choice.”
“Do you what you need to do, my nigga.”
Ishmael’s jawline flexed as he suppressed his truest emotions. He didn’t allow the caller to respond before he ended the call.
“How much longer do we have?”
“Another hour.”
It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but nothing would change the facts. In order to build a solid story, this step was crucial.
“The images will release soon.”
“How do you figure?”
“He knows he can’t corner you. He will find the next best option.”
“Daniels,” he scoffed, calling the name of his competition.
Daniels was the only person in the running who could possibly take the election from Ishmael. Not because he was more qualified. He wasn’t. However, one scandal and it would lead Berkeley to believe otherwise.
I nodded.
“So, unless you want Daniels in your seat in November, hold that paper in front of you and tuck your tail for the next hour. You’ll be home soon.”
Ishmael quieted. He partedBerkeley Newsand began his pointless observation of the publication.
“We’re ready, Dexter,” I called out, never taking my eyes off Ishmael.
I couldn’t.
The activity of his magnetic field was at its peak.
FIVE
