“You’re okay with doing that to her?”
Andrea winces. “No, but she doesn’t have to know that. We can bluff, and she won’t know any better.”
I look at the screen again, going over everything we have. “Blackmail should work, yes.”
“Then fill out the form on her website. Ask for a phone call to help you decide if she’s the right fit.”
I follow Andrea’s instructions, and we go over the form one last time before hitting send. We both lean back in our chairs as we stare at the confirmation screen.
“Now, we wait,” Andrea says.
“I’ll keep watching Becker’s security feed. In case there’s a new development we can look into.”
“Good idea.”
She reaches over to take my hand in hers, intertwining our fingers together. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?”
“Doing what?”
“Whatever it takes to get rid of him.”
I turn to meet her eyes. “Yes. We tried my way, hiding, and it didn’t work. Now, we’re doing it your way. We’re fighting.”
Chapter 29
“Do you have a minute?” Andrea asks from behind me.
With a spin of my chair, I turn to face her, finding her leaning against the opening of the hidden room. She’s wearing her silk kimono, and in the loose opening of the collar, I see nothing but a strap and a peek of lace.
When she excused herself after dinner to go shower and refused my offer to join her, I sensed something like this was afoot. Today marks the first year of our encounter, which we celebrated in our own way this morning upon waking up. Looking back, it feels as though I’ve known her for far longer than a year. And not in a cheesy way, but because of how much has happened since she stumbled into my life with her geeky T-shirts and tantalizing freckles.
I fold my arms across my chest and say, “Of course.”
“I was wondering if you’d be interested in adding a new tradition to our growing repertoire.”
Of course, she’s come up with something new.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask.
“I thought we could maybe celebrate today by doing this thing I’m calling an analversary.”
Fuck. That one I didn’t see coming. “You want me to fuck your ass?”
“If you’re up for it… yeah. I’ve been wearing the big plug all afternoon to be ready for it. I removed it only to shower and… douche. Then I put it back in.”
She’s visibly nervous, face pink with what must be a mix of embarrassment and timidity. I pat my thigh twice, and she doesn’t hesitate to come sit on my lap. I graze her flushed cheekbones with my knuckles, adamant to appease her.
“You feel ready for that, my love?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be. Plan B would be to hack into the elevator’s program, lock ourselves in it between two floors, and fuck in there to celebrate meeting in one.”
“I like that one a lot, too. Can’t we do both?”
“It’s one or the other, you greedy man.”
With a soft finger, I graze her hair behind her shoulder to free her throat for my lips. As I kiss the soft skin there, I inhale her clean scent. “Are you sure you want that?” I murmur, my hand lowering to fill itself with her perfect ass.
“I’m very sure, baby. In fact, I think I crave it.”
