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I keep my eyes locked on the little camera. If she’s on the other end, I want her to know just how much I want her.

Maybe, if I silently beg hard enough, she’ll come back and put me out of my misery.

She’s coming back.

I know she is.

This is her room.

The only question is when?

Soon. Please be soon.

I’m not sure I’ll survive much longer.

I already know that I’m gonna fucking blow the second she touches me.

That’s what she wants, though. I saw it in the excited glint in her eyes before she walked out.

She wants me on my goddamn knees for her, and if she didn’t already know that I’d get down there willingly, then she should after this little stunt.

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HAILEE

My hand trembles violently as I reach for the first of two shots I ordered the second I stepped up to the bar.

Blowing out a slow breath, I lift the small glass to my lips and swallow the amber liquid in one gulp.

Holy shit.

I close my eyes and place the glass back on the dark wooden bar top.

I have no idea what I’m doing. But…whatever it is, I know I want to do it.

Demanding Hayden put his hands behind his back while I…

Shit.

That was hot. Really fucking hot.

And I don’t just mean him coming in the middle of a freaking nightclub.

The way he submitted…shit. That was a power trip like no other.

Upstairs just now was the same.

My grip on my cell tightens, my need to look at the screen too much to ignore.

I look around and make sure that no one is paying me any attention before I lift it.

My breath catches at the image of him standing exactly where I left him with his hands fisted at his sides.

Did I expect him to defy me?

No, I guess I didn’t.

With my eyes locked on him, I reach for the second shot of tequila and swallow it down. It doesn’t burn as much as the first one, but it certainly warms my stomach the second it hits it.