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shortly.
    I laugh and shake my head. “You know it’s
going to be public knowledge shortly. They’re going to freak out
when they find out I’m on board for this, I can tell you that. It’s
like the only reason I’m being considered is because I’m fucking
the boss,” I say caustically.
    Batty nods his head. “That would be correct.
The only reason you’re being offered this job is because I’m
fucking you.” At my glare, he holds out his hands and smiles. “Hey,
I thought you would be happy. That means I don’t want you to
starve, babe.”
    “Don’t babe me. I assume it goes without
being said that no one can know about the two of us?” I ask with an
eye roll.
    Batty raises his eyebrows and leans forward
in his chair. “That means you want this to continue, then?”
    I look at him in his expensive suit,
absolutely not looking like he had sex twenty minutes ago. “I’m
still pissed at you,” I say for good measure.
    Batty’s smile starts slowly as he stands and
moves closer to me. “Of course.” He puts a hand on the back of my
chair and drops his eyes to my mouth.
    “I’m serious. I haven’t decided if I’m
kicking you in the balls yet or not.”
    His mouth sips at mine, his teeth nipping my
lip. “Then you would just have to kiss them better.” Another kiss,
this time I feel his tongue. “Your choice.”
    I open my mouth fully to bring him further
inside of me, but he pulls back too quickly, walking to the center
of the table where the phone is as my hair falls down. I see him
pocketing the pen that was holding up the long strands and
glare.
    “Are you ready for this, Sadie? I don’t think
they’ll wait too much longer to see if you’ve killed me,” Batty
says with his hand on the machine.
    “Do I get to kill them?” I’m only half
joking.
    “No.”
    I cross my arms as he pushes a button on the
phone. “Please send them in, Dayna.”
    I pick up the papers that are all over the
table, bringing them down to straighten the edges just as they walk
in, little bitty Dayna behind them holding my water. As soon as I
feel the cold, wet plastic in my hand, I meet eyes with Tammy, then
Brian. Both take steps back as I stand. I bring the bottle of water
up to point first to one then the other. Both flinch when it’s
their turn.
    “You’re fired. And you’re fucking fired. You
better tell me where Mom and Dad are before I lose my shit and
murder your asses.”
    Brian’s head jerks back indignantly,
transforming his double chin into three and four. Tammy slaps his
arm and starts to back away. “Come on, Brian. Our gig is up. It’s
about time, too. I don’t know how much longer I can keep her career
going.”
    I’m moving before I think to do it, my hand
rising to throw the bottle, the other ready to pull her extensions
out of her head. “You fucking bitch—” I growl, but it gets cut off
by Batty’s arms around my chest, squeezing tight enough to lose my
breath.
    “I believe you’ve both been fired. Please
leave the premises,” I hear from behind me. Batty’s so calm, even
as I try to reach them with my feet. So close.
    Brian clears his throat and straightens his
jacket the best he can. “We’ll see you on tour, Popper. I’m the
band’s manager as well, not just yours.”
    “I quit the band, you asshole!” The words
explode from me almost faster than my mouth can form the words. The
sense of relief that comes with knowing I’ll never have to go back
to stripping and screaming for them makes me wish I had done it
sooner. So much sooner.
    Brian’s face turns red, but Tammy is tugging
him out the door. Dayna reaches into the room and closes the door,
leaving Batty and I alone again. I pant and bend slightly forward,
which brings my ass into his very evident erection. My head whips
around. “Are you for real right now?”
    I feel his chuckle rumble through my back, as
well as hear it in my ear as he sticks his mouth there. “You’re hot
when you’re hot.”
    “You’re