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Not tonight. Tonight I’m…shit. I shouldn’t have kissed her again. No…no, kissing her was something I’d planned, but the rest of it? That came from nowhere. It blazed in, overtook, and she was utterly delightful.
I want to fuck her. I want to bury myself so deep inside her I don’t know where she ends and I begin. I want to pound her so hard. I’m over this fever that burns in my veins when I’m that little bit too close to her.
Jesus. She tastes like sin and all the sweet things the world has to offer.
Tapping my hand against my thigh, I force myself to go over everything once more. Already things aren’t following my plan. I wanted her power out for a day. But…yeah. When I woke up my person in charge of all that, all I got was a story about how the systems are antiquated and the city hadn’t yet come in to fix the power grid in that part of Brooklyn, to bring it all kicking and screaming into the 21st C.
I reamed out Georgio for good measure, although he sounded a little hurt and said he’d get on things for me. So I’m waiting for his call. And in my head, I can hear my brothers laughing at me.
Because I’m feeling bad about this plan.
But a few unasked for emotions aren’t getting in my way.
And I can fix this whole thing. I want her pushed to a limit, to see how she takes things, but it’s not the right approach. Zoey Smith is made differently. She’ll sit there, and she won’t budge. Even if I pay the entirety of New York to rain misfortune down on her, she won’t give up.
Georgio calls me back. “We’ll need a day. It was all ready for the city to fix the power grid, but since we’re redoing everything with state of the art, we have special permits, and…”
“Fine. I’m putting you in charge of overseeing it tomorrow.”
“Me?” Georgio takes a moment. “Boss, that’s not the work I do.”
“It is now. Make sure the guys on the ground have her power up and running tomorrow.”
“Sure. And the other work?”
Thing is, I sanctioned this work, even though all the paperwork isn’t signed for other parts of the block—people and places I’m not worried about. They’ll come around. It’s Zoey. Even though I now own most of the large block, her being the hold out means my plans will eventually slam into her. It’s easier to have her gone than fight her in court.
“We need to get a start. Everything goes ahead. Just bring the lights back. She won’t budge that way.”
“I told you she’s cray-cray. I bet you she’d sit in the dark for the next ten years than sell.”
“Everyone has their point of breaking. I’m finding hers. Just make sure this goes the way I need.”
“Yes, boss.”
I ignore the large twinge of guilt. It’s probably from the Indian we ate earlier. And it’s probably indigestion. I hang up the phone and grab my laptop. It’s time to see about Zoey’s special breaking point.
I pull up the special account I made and click on the emails.
I almost laugh. Tons of responses to my ad I put up.
Looks like I’ll be interviewing tomorrow for a gran.
And then I’m going to move in for the kill.
Combine the fruition of my ambitions with the next blast of fucking heart I’m ready to unleash, I’m on my way to winning big.
And Zoey…
I refuse to think any more about her for the rest of the evening.
“Hey, Zoey,” I say the next morning, answering the call I’ve been expecting. “I’m on my way.”
“Don’t come in today. Still no lights.” She gives a hysterical little laugh that cuts more than it has any right to.
“Are you sure? I’m going to make some calls for you. I was planning to do them at lunch—”
“No, no, I don’t want you to waste your time. Spend the day with your gran.”
