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I cleaned myself up and went to wash my hands.
Marissa and her two friends were there as well.
We glanced at each other in the mirror.
She came over to me, several inches taller even without the aid of heels, and absolutely beautiful. Damn. She was glorious. That ass. Those thighs. The breasts were probably fake, but who cared when she looked like that? What was her leg day routine? Or was it just amazing genetics?
“I can’t believe I wasted my time on him,” she said in disgust.
I smirked. “Don’t lie. Anyone with any taste would have invested some time in him.”
“He could have had this,” she hissed, gesturing to herself.
“He also has good taste.”
She lunged at me, but one of her friends snagged her arm and told her, “You said he was an asshole, anyway. Let’s go.”
“Whatever you’ve got to tell yourself to get through.” I waved my lipstick wand at them.
“I’ll kick your ass, bitch,” Marissa snarled.
I stepped out of my heels. Maybe I’d get to touch her ass and find out if it was injections or real, because if it was real, I needed her workout regime. “Come on then.”
She lunged.
Oh, really?
I stepped into it, grabbed her, and a flick of the ankle sent her onto her ass in a clean sweep. She sat, stunned at how she’d ended up on the floor.
“Oh, I’d be careful,” I told her sweetly. “You will end up in the ER before your next shift at this rate, and I’ll make bail before dawn.”
I stepped into my heels while her friends helped her get back to her shocked little feet, took my purse, and minced out before I did something truly feral.
By the time I returned upstairs, I smiled as I saw Sterling lounging on the couch, fresh drink in hand and looking very pleased with himself.
I slid along him, kneeling over his thigh and kissing his neck. His arm encircled me, gripping my rump and pulling me lower, while his other hand cradled his drink.
“Problems?” he asked me, catching the lingering scent of anger.
“Marissa wanted a few words with me over your taste in women.”
“Is she in one piece?”
I took his drink from him and had a sip. “That perky butt of hers is a little bruised.”
“Winter, am I going to have to make some phone calls to keep you out of prison?”
“Me? Prison? Throw some money at that and make it go away,” I drawled, walking my hand up the inside of his thigh.
He stroked my rump. “Scratch my neck.”.
I growled and placed three fingers on his throat. “Hmm? Like this?”
“Yes. Hard,” he growled.
I raked my fingernails down his skin, drawing large red marks right where she’d touched him. His fingers tightened on my ass. “We need to leave.”
“Oh, did we get caught after all? Asked to leave?” I asked eagerly, kissing him as I spoke. I dug my nails into his skin.
