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Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

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He is not amused.

“If it helps, he promised not to do that again without warning me first so I can stop him.”

“I wouldn’t let that reassurance get you too comfortable. If you get yourself into a situation

where he has to give you that warning, I imagine the cost to get out of it will be pretty damn high.”

“You know I’m not seriously hitting on you, right?” I ask seriously, despite my smile. “I just

thought it was weird how you reacted to that compliment and now it’s kind of fun to mess with you. If

Calvin doesn’t want me flirting with you to entertain myself, maybe he should give me my phone back

so I can play my mobile game instead.”

Hollis shakes his head. “You’re going to get both of our asses beat, and I don’t like it nearly as

much as you must to be provoking him like this.”

“He’s not here,” I point out.

But Hollis has been acting like he is, and that’s another reason I keep messing with him—one I

won’t share.

Hollis knows much more about what Calvin is up to than I do, and while I wouldn’t normally

expect such a thing, Calvin isn’t normal, and he surely isn’t clueless about technology since he owns

a tech company. If Hollis is behaving like Calvin is watching over us, that might mean there’s a nanny

cam or something in the apartment so Calvin can keep an eye on me while he’s at work.

He spoke freely in the master bathroom, so it probably isn’t in there. Calvin’s living room and

kitchen are open floorplan and the office is right off the kitchen, so it stands to reason if there is one,

it’s probably out here somewhere.

It reminds me of the time I had to go to a convention for work and I couldn’t take Marie, so I had

to have her boarded for the weekend. The reason I went with the place I went with was because the

room she would be kept in came equipped with a camera so I could check in on her whenever I

wanted to see what she was up to.

He’s treating me like a pet.

I glance down at the pretty heels I’m still wearing.

A well-kept pet, granted.

But still a pet.

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