Page 4 of Hot Stuff
“But she uses your address for all her bills and as her home address.”
My teeth grind just thinking about how many times I reminded Kristina to change that shit back only to find out she took no notice of my demands. One of many things I said she ignored over the years we were together. “I never said she could and?—”
“It sounds as though you’ve never been as deeply invested as your practice-wife.”
“Practice-wife?”
“More honesty. I’ve had her investigated because when I offer you the opportunity I think you’re the perfect fit for, I don’t want her interfering with you saying yes. Or coming with you.” She shakes her head. “No. I definitely don’t want her coming with you. Everything my PI found reinforces my own conclusions. She’s after the title of hockey wife and she’s been attempting to steamroll you into being the hockey part of that title.”
“Wow.” I don’t know what to address first. This mysterious offer or the fact she’s had Kristina investigated. “A PI?”
“I take business seriously and what I’m planning will involve enough drama without your practice-wife tagging along for the ride.”
“And what exactly do you have planned and how do I fit in?”
“First, how do you plan to ditch Kristina Bancroft?”
“At this point I haven’t a clue. I took away her access to my apartment, hell, she’s banned from the building, and I returned all her personal effects months ago, and yet she’s still managing to fuck with my life. Hence my commando self.”
Oakley’s fingers drum on the envelope. “I’m sure there’s a story there…”
“Honestly, it’s not worth going into. Although I will be using a different laundry service from now on.”
“I see. Well, when you say yes to my offer, you’ll need to do that anyway.” Flattening her palm on the envelope, she pushes it toward me. “This is going to get her out of your life. Use it however you see fit. It’s my gift to you for hearing me out.”
“I haven’t heard anything yet.”
“You will.” She tips her head at the table. “Go on, open it.”
This is one of the strangest conversations I’ve ever had but I can’t deny I’m curious.
Reaching for the envelope, I flip it over, lift the flap, and peek inside. What I see makes me more intrigued.
“Photos?”
“Hmm.” After that little hum that has my dick twitching again, she remains tight-lipped.
Shrugging, I reach in and pull the thick stack of pictures out. There are at least twenty of them, eight by ten in size.
The first one is hard to work out. Until I turn the pile to the right twice. Then…holy shit!“Is that…?” I squint at the image.
“If you’re going to ask me if that’s a profile shot of Jerry Cantrell, the very much married owner of the hockey team you’re currently contracted to, then yes, it is.” Oakley grins. “Take a look at the rest.”
The next shot is a wider view of Jerry sitting on a bed. A bed with a headboard I have personally leaned against, not in over a year thankfully, but still. The man who is effectively mymarriedboss is sitting on Kristina’s bed.
Naked!
My gaze darts up to Oakley’s. “How’d you get these?”
“Doesn’t matter. All copies are in your hands and on the memory card in the envelope.”
“And you’re giving them to me? How are pictures of Jerry?—”
“Keep going.”
I flick to the next one and bile rises in my throat. “What the fuck is he putting in her ass?”
“It’s called a butt plug.”
