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I opened a text conversation with my enforcer, Bonnie.

“Here,” I said, extending my phone toward her.

“I’m not calling Quinn,” she barked out.

“Yet. You’re not calling him yet. Type in the sizes of your clothes and shoes.”

She peered at the screen. “Is Bonnie your girlfriend?”

“No. I don’t do relationships.”

“That’s something we have in common,” Kennedy muttered.

My brows lifted. “I thought Quinn was your boyfriend?”

“No, I just believe in his vision.”

“You believe in it a lot if you were willing to be my captive and do what I want you to do on your knees.”

“Franco, I don’t find you sexually attractive at all,” she stated as she placed my phone back in my hand.

She finally said my name.

I leaned over. “You’re right. You don’t, but your body wants me badly. Face it, you’re attracted to bad boys. Even the ones with pretty faces. I assure you everything about me isn’t pretty.”

She laughed. “Franco, you’re right. Your cocky persona is terribly ugly.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest as I settled back in my seat. “Saro, grab one of my ties out of the side compartment.”

He placed a navy tie in my hand.

“Kennedy, close your eyes. I have to blind fold you.”

She turned to the side bracing her back against the door. Like she was ready to flee the moving vehicle.

“Why?”

“We’re approaching my home. I promise to remove it once were inside the house.”

Her chest rose and fell, then she nodded.

My phone buzzed. I’d get that in a second. It was probably Bonnie responding to the text.

Slowly, I shielded Kennedy’s eyes with the tie, then tied it at the back of her head, before I pulled my hands away. My eyes fell over those pouty lips I was drawn to. I wondered what they tasted like. My dick hardened at the image of her on her knees as her tongue slid along my long, fat cock.

Tearing my eyes away from Kennedy was getting harder. I held my phone in my hand, peering at the screen.

Bonnie: Boss, since when do you buy clothes for women?

Me: Since I have a visitor staying at my house.

Bonnie: You don’t bring women to your house. Are you feeling, ok?

I chuckled.

Me: Yes. I’m fine. Make sure she has everything from pajamas to dresses and heels.

Bonnie: Everything will be at your house in two hours.

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