Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

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“Mr. Santiago from MoraBanc in Andorra will be
contacting you with the details. You can trust him. He’s a good
man. We’ve been doing business together for years. In fact, we
should plan a trip there. It’s a beautiful place, right between
France and Spain in the Pyrenees Mountains. Amazing ski
resorts.” His voice turns tender. “I know how much you love
to ski.”
Another detail about myself that I never told him.
He’s been a very busy boy.
I decide it’s safer for me to be facedown on the table. The
longer this conversation continues, the more I’m liable to
topple sideways to the floor and crack open my head.
“Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“You okay?”
“Just a small brain hemorrhage. Nothing to worry about.”
“You’re so damn cute.”
“Glad I amuse you.”
“I’ll try to be back for Christmas, but I can’t guarantee it.
In the meantime, relax.” His voice turns hot. “And keep out of
that toy drawer. I want you wound tight as a spring the next
time I see you. I want you to come on my cock the second I
shove it inside you.”
The line goes dead.
I stay in the same position for a long time, thinking, until
finally I rouse and take Mojo outside for a pee. Then I get
dressed and go to work.
Life goes on, even when it’s bizarre and confusing.
Even when you’re the new obsession of a rich, sexy,
dangerous criminal.
Even when you’re in way over your head.