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I thought about letting Angel Girl know what happened, but she had enough on her plate with the club, the issues we were having with human traffickers on our turf, her father being back in the picture, and issues with Sweet. I would handle it all myself, and if worse came to worst, I’d get Legs and Tash in on it so they could help me figure out what was going on. Quickshot couldn’t have just messed with my account because I blew him off after our one night of sex. There had to be more to it, and I was going to figure it out come hell or high water. Granted, I didn’t think it would take much once I shuffled his money around a bit.

~*~

It didn’t take long. Not even a full 24-hours later, Quickshot rolled up to the clubhouse demanding to see me. I didn’t bother with formalities or try to hide the fact that he was there. Instead, I opened the door, turned, and let him follow me to my room where we would have some privacy. Once the door was shut, I turned to see his narrowed gaze locked on mine, lips thinned out in a tight frown, and breathing a little ragged. He was as ruffled as I’d ever seen him. That was saying something since Angel Girl had told us it was damn near impossible to get under the man’s skin.

“Is there something I can help you with? Do you need a good taco recipe?” He stood there, fuming, but didn’t say a word. “Oh, did you need a recommendation for a good bank? I don’t suggest the one in town near the courthouse. They seem to have issues with locking people out of their accounts and-”

He cut me off then. “Cut the shit, Sarah.”

“Keys,” I corrected.

“What did you do?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” I could play just as innocent as he had earlier at the bank.

“What did you do with my money?”

I laughed then, unable to keep my cool any longer. “Looks as though I might have taught you a good lesson. You got me locked out of my account by poking around where you didn’t belong. I just returned the favor.”

“No, you did far more than that, considering all of my money is missing from my account.”

I chuckled again as I grabbed my laptop and popped it on the desk near my hip. I made sure he could watch what I was doing as I quickly moved the money back to where it belonged. “Do you see how easy that was for me?” I asked the question as I straightened and turned to face him once more. “I didn’t fuck around and leave a sloppy trail behind. Instead, I just took care of business.” I moved closer to him and poked my finger into his chest. “You stay out of my business, and I’ll stay away from your finances.”

“What are you trying to hide, Sarah?”

“None of your fucking business, Wallace.”

“It is my business.” Before I could argue that fact, he continued. “So long as Jamie is in your life, it’s my fucking business. If whatever you’re hiding comes back to bite her in the ass - that’s my business.”

I should have known. Everything he had done hadn’t been to find out more about me for his own sake. Weirdly, I could have even overlooked that. Lord knew I had checked into him. Still, it rankled a bit that he had been checking on me just to make sure that Jamie was okay. My radar was apparently far off base. Somehow, I let my ego convince me that his checking had been about me - only me.

“Well, that’s settled now, I think you can find your way out.”

He moved closer, bringing our bodies almost flush with one another. “No.”

“No?”

He shook his head in answer before his hands came up to capture my upper arms in his grip. Once he had me in his hold, he spun me, bent my ass right over my desk and then the bastard spanked me. I turned, the shock of the experience evident in the glare that landed on him. “You need to be punished for that stunt.”

“And you don’t?”

“Never said I didn’t. You got your revenge though, and how you chose to do it was up to you. Now, you have to suffer through my mine.”

“What if I said, no?” He took a step back immediately and dropped his arms down at his side.

“Then I walk out that door and we don’t bother one another ever again.”

I didn’t want that. I was woman enough to admit it. “This can’t be a thing. It’s nothing beyond sex.”

He didn’t speak, just continued to watch me like a predator toying with its prey before pouncing. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself.”

“No!” I was adamant about it. “It is nothing but sex. That’s all. You need to agree or walk away now.”

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Just sex,” he admitted to me and then his arms were around my waist, my button and zipper were yanked so hard they all came undone at once. In fact, the idiot may have broken my favorite pair of jeans. I didn’t have a moment to think about it though. Quickshot yanked them down so that the pants pooled around my knees, locking me in place as he freed himself from his pants. Thankfully, he didn’t forget to suit up with a condom, because honestly, I didn’t think I had it in me to remember. “Just sex,” he reiterated as he plowed into me from behind again. Apparently, that was going to be our thing. It was for the best too, because it was a whole lot less personal than a face-to-face fuck.

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