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“What if I offered you a room here while you look for somewhere else? It’s the least we could do for trapping you in one of our cars.”

He is a complete stranger—how could I possibly say yes? Though if I look for a room somewhere else, those people would be strangers too.

“You can call it even for not suing us.”

“Why would I sue you?”

“Because the Ridez car door should not have opened if you didn’t have the app on your phone with the booking. So technically, it malfunctioned.”

“Oh, well, I still wouldn’t sue you.”

“Please stay, it’s mostly only me here. Ridge stays at the penthouse above the office. We have more than enough room, and I will put you in a separate wing, so you feel safe.”

I’m still skeptical. Why would he offer me a room when he doesn’t know me? But right now I’m in no position to reject his offer. The girls at work barely tolerate me, and I get along with the men, but I know they want to fuck me; most have tried. I have no friends at PHU because I made a point not to make any, as I don’t have time to maintain them.

“Okay, a week max. It shouldn’t take me longer than that to find somewhere.”

That damn smile on his face is fucking contagious.

Chapter Two

Zeland

“YOU. FUCKING. WHAT?!”

I knew asking Aspen to stay would piss Ridge off, but he has been so into work the last year he’s barely come up for breath. He is like a damn robot and it’s not healthy, so recently I tried and failed to get a reaction out of him. Nothing has worked until now. He didn’t come home last night, as predicted, and I found him in his office smashing down a black coffee, probably his third of the morning.

“Come on, what was I supposed to do? She was in your clothes and had nowhere to go. I couldn’t just throw her out on the street.”

“Of course you would keep a stray—you were always bringinghome animals. But you are doing this to piss me off, Zee, and I don’t like it. We have too much on the line.”

“Calm down, everything is fine. Ridez is doing fucking fantastic. You had one hiccup, which was my fault.”

Ridge flicks on the wall of screens, our home security system displayed on all of them. We have a smart house—every appliance, every inch of the house. I particularly love talking to Ridge through the refrigerator in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice and scaring the pants off him, though he doesn’t like it as much.

“What is she doing?”

I look at the screen and see Aspen in her underwear and a tank top, dancing and singing into a broom handle. “Sweeping the floor?”

“I can see that, genius. But why? We have a housekeeper.”

I pull the app up on my phone. “Pocket Rocket, we have a housekeeper, so there’s no need to sweep.”

Her head whips around as she searches for where the voice is coming from. “To your left, yep right there.”

She flips me off. Aspen is a tiny little thing with a big attitude, and sexy as fuck. She gives off an old-school Keesha vibe, with a raspy voice that makes my cock hard, and bleached-blonde hair, which is probably from a bottle with the way the yellow blends through.

What I wouldn’t give to feature her on my View4U app—it’s my baby and I’m super fucking proud of it. Ridge’s father gave me the start-up money, and I nowown a kink app, one where people can film content and make money off other people’s views. Any kink you can think of you will find on there—well, any legal ones, that is. You can’t murder anyone and eat them; we stay within the law and for good reason.

“Stop ogling the homeless girl,” Ridge snaps.

“Fuck no! I like my girls feisty. Do you think she will scratch me?”

“I can’t deal with you right now. Can’t you go to your floor and annoy someone else?”

I step up behind him and grab the back of his neck. He might be a few inches taller than me, but I’m just as strong. When I push him into the floor-to-ceiling windows, he doesn’t fight back.

“Do you need me to relieve some of that tension? You have a meeting at eleven. You can’t snap at them like you do me.”

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