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tossing the shred of papers in the nearest garbage
container.
Desmond nudged Lawrence. “Hey, now she’s free
game Lawrence.”
“ I don’t want used goods,”
Lawrence said nonchalantly.
“ Used goods never stopped
you before,” Jacoby bit out.
“ This is different. Now
that I know the kind of person she really is I’m not
interested.”
“ That’s a load of shit and
you know it,” Jacoby spat just as the elevator doors
opened.
It was a good thing the car was empty. They
all stepped inside and Jacoby waited until the doors closed to
finish what he had to say. “You have no idea the kind of person she
is. You couldn’t handle her even if you had her.”
“ Are you speaking about
yourself?” Lawrence asked amused.
Jacoby shoved him against the wall he was so
angry. Lawrence shoved back. First were about to follow, but
Desmond tore them apart pushing them on either side of the
elevators.
“ This is crazy. She’s just
some girl. The both of you are acting like she’s the last girl on
earth.”
“ Shut up, Desmond!”
Lawrence and Jacoby sneered.
Desmond sighed confused. “Look, let’s just
get back to Lansing in a professional matter, before we kill each
other.”
“ Fine with me, as long as
that ass don’t say shit to me,” Jacoby growled.
“ Same goes here,” Lawrence
hissed.
Chapter 10
As soon as the door to her office was closed
and locked, Phoebe leaned on the back of the door to catch her
breath and get control of herself. She was shaking all over felling
hot and cold at the same time, but either way there was the flush
of tingles in every part of her body.
The urge to make love to him again was quite
powerful, but she fought it with all her will. She couldn’t allow
herself to give in to the pleasure he could give her or she was
sure she would lose her heart to him. No, she had to find someone
she was clearly indifferent to because she needed to have
control.
Jacoby clearly had an aura about him that she
was drawn too and she was terrified he would be another Daniel.
A soft knock at her door sent her heart
racing again thinking it was Jacoby, but then Simon’s voice came
across.
“ They’re gone. I just saw
their limousine leave. You can come out now.”
She opened the door partially and looked at
him with narrowed eyes.He looked as if he were about to burst out
laughing. “Shut up,” she snapped, coming out the office completely
turning off her light.
“ You slept with
him?”
“ That’s none of your
business and if you know what’s good for you Simon, you should keep
your business to yourself.”
Simon giggled wickedly. “Then I shouldn’t
tell you the juicy gossip, Latrice told me.”
Latrice was Madeline’s assistant in Lansing.
Simon and Latrice were constantly on the phone with each other
gossiping back and forth about each office's going-ons. Latrice
knew all of Madeline’s personal business and loved telling Simon
about it. Simon could keep a secret if you made sure you told him
it was a secret, but he often shared some of Latrice’s information
with Phoebe even though she didn’t want anything to do with office
gossip.
Yet the way Simon was giggling, she knew it
was something she should pay attention to. “What Simon?” They
walked out the office together and he locked up as she pushed the
elevator button.
He came over to her and leaned real close to
her with a devilish glint in his pretty green eyes. “Remember a
couple of months ago, Latrice said Madeline’s got herself a love
slave and it’s a friend of one of our suppliers?”
Her face became a frightful gray.
He continued on taking her silence as not
remembering what he told her. “Remember when Madeline got drunk at
the Christmas party and was telling us how she got her bootie calls
with a tall dark man. How she would just call him up and he’d come
over and do her, then leave. They wouldn’t talk. Just do it. He was
like her love slave. Remember?” Simon finally looked at
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