I knock.
“Come in.”
Tony’s voice hits me right between my legs, and I push open the door.
They’re both here. Tony behind his desk, wearing a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. That expensive watch of his catches the light. The thin scar on his knuckles. He’s not surprised to see me, even though I never said I’d be here for sure.
A manila folder sits at the edge of his desk. It’s thick, stamped with something I can’t quite read from here. He catches me looking and slides it into a drawer. The motion is casual. Too casual.
Hendricks. The name from the conversation I overheard floats back. Shipments. Suppliers. Whatever Tony is running here, gambling isn’t the half of it.
Adrian is by the window, arms crossed, silhouetted against the Seattle skyline. He’s in a charcoal suit. His expression gives me nothing, just that cold assessment I remember from the storage room.
My throat tightens and my skin prickles.
“You came.” Tony’s mouth curves.
“You knew I would.”
Adrian pushes off the window and moves toward me with a predatory calm. “I thought you might lose your nerve after last time.”
I hold his gaze. “I don’t lose my nerve.”
His expression changes. Is that respect?
Tony stands and circles around his desk until he’s in front of me. He’s close enough I can smell his woodsy cologne. It’s familiar now.
“You’ve been racking up quite a tab.” His fingers brush my jaw. “Multiple visits with multiple losses. You owe us a significant amount.”
The fiction. The game we’re still playing. I’m a woman who can’t pay her debts.
“How significant?” I ask.
Tony names a number that would make most people choke. I keep my face neutral.
“That’s a lot.”
“It is.” Adrian moves closer. I’m bracketed between them now. “Which is why we have a proposition.”
My heart hammers. This is it.
“We’re willing to clear the slate.” Tony’s thumb traces my bottom lip. “All of it.”
“What do you want?”
Adrian’s breath is warm on my neck from behind. “Everything.”
My arousal slicks my thighs. It’s messed up how much I want this.
“Tonight, you’re ours. However we want you.” Tony’s hold on my jaw tightens. “Think you can handle that?”
Adrian’s hand lands on my hip, fingers digging in. “And we haven’t decided if we’re going to let you come or not.”
My pussy clenches at the threat. Or the promise. I don’t know which it is since Adrian already edged me once, but I want it either way.
“Yes.”
Tony smiles and steps back. “Good girl.”
