“Then say it,” I said. Even I suck—I can be a selfish bitch. She performed a slight curtsy despite wearing pants and primly said, “Thank you.”
I nodded a ‘you’re welcome’ to her and said, “So, all the rich people know each other?”
“It’s kind of like a large high school,” she said as I lined up my shot, “Everyone knows of everyone, but there are cliques and groups with common interests. I closed my eyes and simply savored the taste. I needed to mine her for all it was worth. “I haven’t agreed to a relationship,” I said more defensively than I probably needed to. “Sorry, boss. “I don’t want you to go with him,” I said. Cool fingers wrapped delicately around my cock as it was freed from my pants, and I felt the warmth of a wet tongue paint the sensitive underside of my cock. That cute little brunette.”
Cute brunette? “Do you think he wants me killed?”
“I know he wants you killed,” Astrid said. If it was fair to even entertain starting something with her while still in mourning over what might have been with Natalie.
