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“I didn’t realize your office was so secure,” I said, sounding concerned. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do this in here. I don’t want to get you in trouble for having me in here.”

“You, my petal, are not who I’m worried about being in here,” he answered, kissing along my neck as he kicked the door shut. “I host many parties here for various business reasons, and there is a lot of valuable information here, so it’s better to be safe.”

“Wise, handsome, and romantic… I’ve hit the jackpot,” I gushed, kissing all over his face.

Abruptly, I was placed on his desk as he frowned at me. “Don’t think you can talk your way out of your punishment, you naughty girl.”

I coyly bit my bottom lip and leaned forward. “There must be something I can do to make you forgive me…”

“What are you willing to offer?” he challenged, really getting into this role-playing.

I walked my fingers up his shirt. “Anything, Headmaster. Please, my parents can’t find out about this. I’ll accept my punishment as long as you don’t tell them.”

He snatched up my hand and pressed it to his crotch. “Think you can take care of this?”

“If that’s what it takes to keep you from telling my parents, I’ll do it,” I answered with the slightest pretend sniff, making sure he realized it was fake.

“I’m not sure I believe you,” Zarin grumbled, placing his hands on my knees and pressing them outward. “You know what I think? I think you need a test to see just how serious you are about this. Now show me your naughty little pussy so I can decide what to do with you.”

Sitting in his office chair, he rolled forward, positioning himself in the perfect spot to spend some quality time between my legs. From how he’d been talking in the limousine, I got the feeling this man really loved eating at the downstairs restaurant. How long I’d let this go on until the drug took effect in a few minutes depended on how good he was at it.

The answer to that question was fucking amazing.

Within the first few strokes of his tongue, I knew I was in for a treat. He teased the skin around my pussy, making me buck and wriggle, trying to get him where I wanted his mouth. When he finally descended upon my clit, I let out a cry that wasn’t faked in the slightest. Gripping the edge of the desk, I dug my nails into the wood as I held on for dear life. The kisses might be sloppy, but when it came to licking the envelope, it was the best way to make sure that shit was secure. His tongue thrust inside me, causing my back to arch as I felt the freight train of an orgasm heading my way. Only the train never made it to the station as the conductor crashed to the floor.

three

Lainey

There I was, lying on the desk in the dark with my legs spread wide. It was not my proudest moment, that’s for sure. For a moment, I considered finishing myself off before getting to work so I had a clear head.

Knowing I was lying to myself, I channeled my inner Smurfette, accepting I’d been fucked by some blue balls. Shoving myself off the desk, I stood on slightly shaky legs but managed to reach the office door. I knew that once the door was unlocked, it would stay that way until he locked it again, but to be safe, I made sure I stuck a book in the way to keep it from closing. Snagging my drink as I walked to the bar where my clutch was, I chugged the thing, needing the fortitude to deal with my unexpected bluevaries.

I needed to make a detour to Zarin’s room for some clothes, not wanting to put my dress back on. Plus, when I slipped out of the house, a black hoodie and sweatpants were easier to sneak around in. In preparation for tonight, I’d made sure everything at the hotel would be taken care of, and my go bag was within walking distance to here. The hardest part of these jobs wasn’t pulling it off but the exit after. The person I’d been for the past two weeks needed to vanish into thin air and never be traced back to me.

Dressed, I headed back to the office and dragged the snoring man out of the way. Removing two USB jump drives from my clutch, I plugged in the first one—a code breaker that would get me access to the computer and files. While I might be a lot of things, a computer wiz, I was not. This is the reason to make friends on the dark side of the web that had as many morals as I did. My contact was brilliant. There hadn’t been a request he couldn’t fulfill, and he undercharged himself to the point where even I felt like I was cheating him.

Resting an elbow on the desk, I drummed my fingers on the wooden surface as I waited. Two minutes later, there was a chime of bells, and the computer screen opened to the desktop. Once I was in, it took me far longer than I would have liked to find what I was looking for, but Zarin had put in some effort to hide the access point to the Blissmeds’ database. Removing the one jump drive, I plugged in the other, typed in the activation code, hit enter, and watched as the files downloaded. A notification popped up asking if I wanted to delete the original version and replace it with these.

“Why yes… yes, I certainly do,” I told the computer as I clicked yes. “God, sometimes this job is too fucking easy.”

This part took the longest as the program I’d been given scattered the false information throughout the entire database. This was to ensure if anything was discovered, there would be no way they’d find it all, and something would slip through. All it took was one person doing the audit to get suspicious and dig deeper to find the rest. When it was over, the whole screen glitched for a moment, and the scent of smoke had me snatching the jump drive out of the computer. A thin trail of smoke wafted from the device, telling me it was toast.

Smart, then you ensure I can’t hold it to use as blackmail. Pharmigo was quickly becoming one of the companies I put on my don’t-fuck-with list. With the job complete, I shoved up out of the chair and looked down at Zarin, trying to decide if the couch or bed might be better. Feeling it was best to give myself the time I needed, I dragged the man to his bedroom. I stripped him down and got him on the bed, face down on his stomach. Getting in the bed, I rolled and thrashed around so it looked like wild sex had happened. Just to make him feel good about himself, I tipped over one of the lamps on the nightstand.

Taking a moment, I wrote him a quick note about being called back home due to an emergency, but I would forever try to get back to him. Putting on lipstick, I pressed a kiss to the sheet of paper and left it on the pillow. With that matter put to a close, I headed to the living room.

Bundling up the dress, I shoved my clutch in the pocket of the hoodie and pulled up the hood. I double-checked to make sure I wasn’t leaving anything incriminating behind before jogging downstairs. Knowing he never set the security system, I slipped out the back door where it butted up to protected forest land. I just had to make it through a corner of the forest to end up in the neighboring subdivision where my go-bag was located. I quickly looked in either direction and booked it through the backyard.

I was home free with another successful job completed.

Once I entered the forest, I slowed to a walk, pulling my burner phone out of my clutch. Using the encrypted messaging app, I sent a confirmation to the client, adding the tidbit about the jump drive so they knew I’d used it. Hearing a twig snap behind me, I paused, thinking it was Wilson coming after me, but there was no one. Scowling, I scanned the forest once more before continuing.

Just as I was about to leave the forest, I was yanked back with a leather-gloved hand covering my mouth as I screamed. Thrashing in my attacker’s grip, I cursed myself for choosing to steal flip-flops for shoes as I slammed my heel into the top of their foot. Pretty sure that hurt me more than them. It did jack shit and caused them to tighten their grip, followed by the burn of a needle puncturing my neck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This can’t be happening.