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I can’t figure out which company she works for, but it appears to be a professional organization. After she attends three meetings at separate places around the Los Angeles area, she returns to her office for two hours. Then drives to what I assume is her home.

I sit outside for an hour and a half, then grab some dinner and return. By ten o’clock I’m certain she isn’t going out.

Nor has Marshall shown up.

I could be wrong but I’m guessing she’s single. This might be Los Angeles, but the way she was dressed in a pair of sexy high heels and a figure-hugging dress makes me suspect she is.

Men know.

I’m a good-looking guy, it’s not hard for me to get laid. If I’m having trouble I just slip in that I’m a Ranger and it’s a done deal. Sometimes, it’s as simple as flashing my dog tags. Most guys don’t wear them, but it never hurts on a Friday night.

Let’s hope she’s easy, because I get the feeling that if Marshall sees me with her, it’ll be way more impactful than punching the cunt in the face.

Fucking her? Even better.

Who knows, she could be the one.

Wouldn’t that be ironic?

Two nights later, I follow the sexy brunette into a bar and settle on a bar stool across from where she’s seated and order a beer.

Then, wait for the perfect moment to strike.

CHAPTER TWENTY

TRINA

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I fake laugh at my boss’s joke, then climb out of my seat and head to the bar. I don’t usually join my team for drinks after work, but tonight I thought I would. I need to expand my social circle if I’m going to be avoiding Marshall and not going to the BHS offices on Fridays.

I understand that Briar and Savannah will want to, but I’ll definitely be finding us some fun parties to attend so I don’t miss out on spending time with my girls.

Speaking of, after bumping into Marshall yesterday, I would do anything to get out of going to Briar and Aidan’s BBQ tomorrow night.

I can’t.

Unless I suddenly have a stroke or contract malaria, I have no excuse. Even then, I’m sure Briar would set up a bed for me in the corner.

I don’t want to let her down, this is their firstcoupleparty, so I have to show up.

But...

I don’t have to go alone. I’ve been thinking about this, and if I took a date they’d act like a barrier keeping me from accidentally falling on top of Marshall’s cock.

His very nice cock.

While it’s a good idea in reality, I don’t have anyone to invite. I scrolled through my contacts earlier today, cringing at a few exes’ names—no way—or guys I whose numbers I took when considering dating them. That would just be more trouble than it was worth, giving the impression I’m interested when I’m not.

Then I swiped on a dating app and felt even worse by the end of it.

No wonder the world’s population growth rate is on the decline.

That left me with Jacon from marketing, who’s a nice enough looking guy. He’s a bit boring but confident enough to hold his own around Marshall, Ryder, and all the other guys. In reality he’d probably he intimated by them. He’s not in the same hemisphere as those guys when it comes to their size, build, sexy inked skin, and alpha energy.

I catch myself biting my bottom lip as the memory of Marshall’s hands spreading my legs returns. The way he took control of my body shattered all my senses, and I melted when his tongue hit my flesh.

I’ve never reacted to a man the way I have after sleeping with Marshall. Worrying about him when he was out on his mission and then being so intimate. It’s like he stole a part of me and hasn’t given it back. He also left some of himself in me and I don’t mean the obvious.

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