Page 64 of For Your Eyes Only

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Page 64 of For Your Eyes Only

In fact, I slept so well, I didn’t open my eyes until almost noon. He was fully dressed but met me at his bedside with a perfect cappuccino when I opened my eyes. God, his smile, the warmth in his gaze, the coffee. It’s all so amazing.

He brought me home with the promise we’d be together again tonight. Only… I have another idea brewing in my mind. He likes torturing me. Maybe I can torture him a little as well.

“I thought we had a service to answer our DMs on Private Eyes.” I stretch out on my double bed in the room I share with Bianca.

I didn’t know my muscles would be sore after a night of orgasms.

“We do, but for big tippers, you personally answer. It keeps them coming back.”

Rolling onto my stomach, I rest my head on my hand. “What kind of big tippers?”

“One thousand, seven-fifty…” Her eyebrow arches, and my lips part.

“You’re kidding. Someone tipped me a thousand dollars?”

“Yes. Now get on there and make him feel like the only man in your world.”

The suggestion sours my stomach. My upper lip curls, and I don’t like this job now. I don’t like lying. I don’t like pretending I care for someone for money. I feel like a prostitute, especially when I only care for one man… who happens to have a lot of money, but I wouldn’t give a shit if he were a poor fisherman.

Bianca studies my face, shaking her head. “Gia!” Her tone is scolding. “You’re only acting. They know you’re acting. Stop overthinking it!”

I don’t think I’m overthinking it. Blinking down to the computer screen, I pull up the first direct message. Of course, it’s from my Number1Fan.

I heard you had a scare the other night. I’m sorry.

Glancing up at Bianca, I’m not sure how to proceed. “Will they be waiting for my answer? This was posted last night at eleven.”

“Just answer, and if they’re there, keep talking.” Her tone is annoyed, like I should know this. “If not, they’ll respond when they see it.”

Twisting my lips, I peck out a reply.It was a little scary, but I trust my bodyguards.

It’s the truth. I was alarmed by the man’s hands on my feet. It was different this time from the first time. The first time, it seemed like he only wanted to touch me. This time, it felt more like he wasn’t letting go. He was chanting something… It was so loud, I couldn’t understand him.

Still, I knew DJ had me, and now I know Trip was there as well, ready to punch that guy’s lights out. Rolling onto my side, I exhale a smile at the memory. My brave protector who gives me so many orgasms. Who cares if he’s my boss?

“Is Trip still my boss if I’m only on Private Eyes?”

Bianca’s gaze flickers to me. “I guess technically, no. You’re more of a contract worker if you’re not dancing. Although, we are living in his house. I’d have to double check with Franco.”

With a sigh, I flip over onto my stomach to the other two DMs waiting. The second is from a user named BigBoi. I remember him from my soft launch.

Would you be put off by a man who cries in sad movies? My wife says I’m weak.

That makes me frown. I want my man to be sensitive, and I would never make fun of him for crying in a sad movie.

Thinking about this, I reply,What movie was it? I cry in movies all the time. Maybe we can cry together.

The last DM is from a username I don’t recognize. AnmLvr, which I assume stands foranimal lover, oranime lover? It says,I found a dead kitten in the woods, and I kept it in my basement for a long time. Should I tell anyone?

Oh, great. My lip curls, and I look over at Bianca filing her fingernails. “How do I reply if I get one that’s very strange?”

She puts the file down and crosses the room to where I’m holding the laptop. Her green eyes quickly scan the screen.

“Ew, Jesus.” Pulling her chin back, she faces me. “And he tipped you a thousand.”

“A crazy rich guy? That’s kind of a cliché. Should I give him the number of the crisis hotline?” I point to his username and shrug. “Or maybe he’s really disturbed by the death of a little animal?”

“More like he’s a serial killer.” She stands, rubbing her hands up and down her bare arms. “I’ll ask Franco to put a double firewall on your account so no one can hack your personal data.”




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