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No way. I should not be enjoying this. Everything about Damon was terrible. Nothing but bad news. Playing along with this game of his would only distract me. I had more important things on my plate.

When his next reply came, my stomach flipped.

How bad do you want to find out?

Nope. I didn’t want to find out at all. This was not a risk I should be taking. Not with him.

My thumb fluttered over the screen as I considered blocking his number. For some stupid reason, I couldn’t bring myself to do it yet. Instead, I tossed the phone aside and refused to respond anymore.

I was done. I had to be… for my own good.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

DAMON

When Athena didn’t reply after several minutes, I knew that she was ignoring me. Just as well. I loved knowing that I had backed her into a corner. She had no response. Playing with her was just too easy.

Sprawled on my king-size bed with an arm tucked beneath my head, I scrolled through Athena’s social media accounts. She was relatively active, posting photos and videos regularly. Silly stuff with her friends like the many trends always going around.

I took my time perusing her content. Analyzing the way her green eyes appeared brighter in the daylight. The soft golden tones that highlighted her dark brown hair. The way her entire face seemed to glow when she threw her head back in laughter.

She had a pretty sweet body. Tits that weren’t overly large but big enough for a good handful. An ass that had drawn my attention more than once in passing. A full sensual mouth that I couldn’t help but picture wrapped around my cock.

I lingered on a swimsuit photo she’d posted recently. A beach day with her girlfriends. Athena most definitely was not hard to look at. She knew it too. The bright yellow bikini didn’t hide much. I ate up the sight of her, my cock rising the longer I stared.

Would it be completely despicable of me to rub one out to her photo? Yeah, probably. But despicable had become my second nature. And she would never know.

I started to undo my jeans, reaching in for my hard cock. I never managed so much as one stroke before there was a knock on my door. Son of a bitch.

Zipping back up, I called, “What the hell do you want?”

Taking that as an invitation to enter, Noah opened the door and stuck his head inside. “What are you up to?”

“Jerking off. Why?”

He snorted out a laugh, his gaze dropping to my crotch. “Doesn’t look like you’re jerking off.”

“Because you interrupted me before I got started. Why are you bothering me?” My brows drew together as I glared in his direction.

It took more than that to chase Noah away. Letting himself all the way into the room, he came and plopped down on the edge of my bed. “Are you up for a job tonight? Something just came in, but Dom and I have to go handle something for Rebel. We can’t take this one.”

I’d been planning on smoking a little weed, eating something wildly unhealthy, and passing out to the sound of Two And A Half Men as background noise. Although the night was young enough yet.

Intrigued, I asked, “What kind of job?”

“Arson. A warehouse in the industrial district. In and out. Set the fire and leave. Pretty simple. Pays five grand.” Because he was a nosey fucker sometimes, Noah picked up my phone, spying the picture of Athena on the screen. “You’re a sick bastard, Damon. Why don’t you just go fuck her instead of jerking off to her photos like a creep?”

His mouth curved into a grin. Busting each other’s balls was part of our friendship. Having no immediate comeback, I punched him in the arm instead.

“Yeah, give me the address. I’ll take care of it.” The wheels in my brain turned as I had an idea. This might be a fun job after all.

After changing into black pants and a T-shirt, a black hoodie over top, I loaded the supplies I would need from the garage into the back of my Escalade. Before driving away, I covered my license plate with one of those plastic license plate covers that distorts the letters and numbers. If a cop pulled me over, he would assume it was to evade photo radar tickets. I would remove it after the job was done.

Instead of driving directly to the warehouse district, I headed for Athena’s apartment. No doubt she was done with my shit for the night. Too bad though. She owed me, and I was coming to collect my first payment.

I considered calling or texting to give her a heads up then decided against it. I’d rather have the element of surprise on my side. When I arrived, I was disappointed to find the front door to the building locked. Not a big deal. She would let me in.

Pressing the button for her apartment, I waited. It took a minute before she answered.