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What does she want to keep from me? And even without knowing, I crave it. Simply because she’s hoarding it.
Did I forget to mention I’m a greedy asshole?
“I’ll take it.” Does that mean I won’t try and dig or convince her to give me more and more of her? Hell no. There’s that greedy-asshole part. “Do we have a deal, Zora Nelson?”
I extend my hand to her. And for several moments, she stares down at my palm. And I don’t move, don’t lower it. Just wait. Because this is another thing I’ve learned in my career.
When the other side is out of options and I’ve won.
Finally, she slides her palm over mine, enfolding her fingers around mine. And fuck. It’s erotic. It’s everything butfriendly.
“Deal.”
Triumph and relief sing through me.
But underneath?
Underneath is a thin but very distinct vein of foreboding that this arrangement is going to change everything. My careful plans. My life. Me.
Then again, I don’t believe in superstitions.
Everything’s going to be just fine.
