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qualities.
    “Maybe I should bang on the window. Get someone to look up and see how nasty I am.”
    This was a new one.
    Apparently, Hunter liked it because he pulled out and came all over the small of her back. Thank. God. She needed to remember that for next time.
    Hunter put his cock back in his jeans and sat in Jaime’s chair. Lydia did her best to wipe the cum off her back using the towel. Hunter didn’t help. He never helped. Just watched her while thinking about whatever totally clever thing he was about to say.
    “I followed your husband this morning,” he said.
    “Why?”
    “Wanted to make sure he went straight to the bank after the closing, which he did.”
    “I don’t understand. Why would you do that?”
    “Just helping out. I know you’re expecting all that money today.”
    Lydia wondered how long they’d been in the office this time. She knew Jaime had a lot of work to do. She hated the idea of him sitting in the chair in her cubicle. A week before, Tina had told Lydia that the other partners were scheming to get rid of Jaime Trujillo, force him to start his own firm to cater to Hunter’s legal needs. It was the only way they could think of to get rid of Mr. Manning. Lydia felt sorry for Jaime.
    “Well,” she said. “Thanks … I guess.”
    “First he went to the White Elephant and got shitfaced on tequila.”
    “Big surprise. You followed him from the house this morning?”
    “Yeah. Man, I thought for sure the dumbass was going to get a DUI and miss the closing.”
    Lydia pulled her skirt up. She stood on the other side of the desk and looked at Hunter Manning.
    “Hunter … don’t take this wrong. But I’m not quite sure why you felt any of that was … necessary.”
    She sat down in one of the plush chairs facing Jaime Trujillo’s desk.
    “Just looking after my friend. You are my friend, aren’t you Lydia?”
    “Of course I am, Hunter.”
    “I always look after my friends.”
    Hunter stared at Lydia. He didn’t say anything for nearly a minute.
    “Anyway,” Lydia said. She looked at the door. She thought about the work on her desk. “I guess I bett—”
    “Come over here,” Hunter said very quietly. “Now.”
    Lydia sighed and walked over. She tried to smile.
    “Sit here. On my lap.”
    Lydia sat, and Hunter put his left hand across her lap. Grabbed her thigh. Put his right hand behind her head and gently grabbed her hair.
    “I also expect my friends to look after me.”
    He grabbed her hair a little tighter and tugged. Lydia could feel the skin next to her eyes begin to stretch tight.
    “You got my back just like I got yours, don’t you sweetie?”
    Hunter slightly weakened the pull on her hair.
    “Sure. Of course I do.”
    “I’m going to need a little loan. Just for a couple of days.”
    He released his grip and then stroked her hair.
    “How much do you need?”
    “Oh, I need all of it darling.”
    Lydia squirmed. She tried to stand up. Hunter tightened his grip on her hair. He put the palm of his right hand over her mouth and jammed his first two fingers into Lydia’s nostrils. Pulled her ear close to his mouth.
    “Hush,” he said, very quietly. “I had a feeling you might react this way.”
    Lydia couldn’t breathe. Hunter’s fingers up her nose felt shockingly painful and humiliating. She began to both gag and vomit. Panic. Like he knew she was at a life-threatening breaking point, Hunter lifted up his palm enough to allow her to breathe.
    “Relax, baby, relax. You don’t realize it now, but this is all for your own good.”
    Shitfuck
. There was no way this animal was getting her twelve grand. Lydia twisted and tried to stand. Hunter covered her mouth again and pushed his fingers another quarter inch or so up her nose. Lydia stopped moving. She was convinced he was going to do some permanent damage to her sinuses or some other shit up in there.
    “Now, listen to me,” he said to Lydia. “You listening?”
    He looked into her eyes, she