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“Are you sure about that? I’m getting dressed and coming down there to give him a piece of my mind. He doesn’t even like me, so why does he give a fuck who I game with?”

“That’s the thing—he cares, Aspen. He simply cares in his own way. That is just Ridge. He may have even referred to you as a puppy who has been kicked too much. Ridge wants to make sure this guy is legit, so justlet him do this, and then I will make sure this guy keeps his job. But that’s not what I was calling for. Come in and we can talk. Oh, and can you bring food? Ridge dragged me out way too early. I left a card on the counter in the kitchen for you to use.”

“You seriously think I can’t afford to buy us breakfast? I’m not a total helpless case. I’ll be there soon.”

Soon... I’m learning fast that Aspen’s version of soon and mine are totally different. I’m not used to people not jumping when I need something and it’s refreshing. An hour and a half later, she strolls in with coffee and a bag from my favorite deli place down the street.

“I’m here, and I am never going to that sandwich joint again. The man is rude, and I had to wait twenty-five fucking minutes for a sandwich. Next time I will just make one at home. This better be the nicest fucking sandwich I have ever eaten in my damn life.”

I laugh—she’s right, the wait there is always long. It’s why we send our assistants to pick up the orders we have placed earlier in the day. I enjoy seeing her flustered; it makes my cock come to life.

“Come sit down and see what I have spent the last hour and a half doing while I waited for you to get your ass down here.”

She comes around behind my desk and places my coffee and food in front of me. Resting her arm on my shoulder, Aspen leans into me as she looks at the computer screen.

“Holy fuck, is that actually me?! Damn, I look hot.”

I chuckle at her surprise. “Yes, it’s your landing page. It’s where people are sent when they click on your profile. I think we stick with the mask vibe. I have edited some clips, and I blurred my face, but we can use them for promo. Though, watching it back, I remember I was promised to be forced to my knees.”

Aspen scoffs. “Sue me, I was horny. Besides, I’ve never done something like that before. I might have to practice on a few others.”

“Others?”

That makes her laugh. “Kidding.”

“It’s actually not a terrible idea. Ridge told me about your friend Arlo’s fantasies, so what if we run a promo on your page where you offer to chase one lucky subscriber?”

She raises a brow. “And what if it’s some weirdo?”

I explain how everything works and how we vet everyone first. Plus, I explain how I’ll make sure her link ends up in Arlo’s email.

“I don’t know if I can do it alone. I’m not strong enough to overpower anyone, just look at my size compared to yours. What if, when I do it, you join me? We’ll make it a joint channel. It could be fun—imagine being able to fuck me again.”

“Okay, but I refuse to take a cut. I wonder if we can convince Ridge to watch us? You know, for safety reasons.”

“There is no way he would. He’s way too uptight.”

“Leave it to me. It’s been so long since I have made content for the app, I forgot how fun it is, but we all needto remain anonymous. I can’t stress enough that no one can know it’s me. You would also need to sign an NDA. Ridge would have a hissy fit if I didn’t ask you, and it’s only so you can’t tell anyone it is me on your channel.”

I grit my teeth and wait for the blowup, but she simply shrugs before agreeing.

Where has this woman been all my life?

Chapter Ten

Aspen

Seven in the fucking morning. That’s what time Zeland woke me today. Does he not realize that I’m a night owl?! After years of working night shifts, I don’t like to be up before nine unless I have a class. But let’s face it, without a job, I can’t afford to continue attending. I’m not sure how many mental health days one student can take, but I’m sure I’m maxed out at this point. On the plus side, I snuck in a visit with my grandmother today, though it sucks that she doesn’t remember me. Today she thought I was my mother, but it was nice to see her somewhat alert.

“Hey,” comes from my headphones. I was wondering when he would come online.

“Hey yourself. I thought I would have to take on everyone by myself tonight.”

He chuckles. “Nah, I was out with my mom celebrating. I got the job at Ridgeland. Can you believe it?! My dream job.”

A twinge of guilt sits low in my chest and squeezes. What if Ridge fires him? It will be my fault that he had his dream job handed to him and then got it ripped out from under him.

“Congratulations, that’s amazing!”

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