Page 37 of Vile Pucker

“I don’t want that. I want you. I wonder if I got you pregnant already.”

“Hell no,” I bluffed, but I remembered I was about halfway in the middle of my cycle.

Maybe he had.

No.

Nightmare.

I had to believe it wasn’t true.

As we came down the stairs, I saw a group of workers whispering together, some frowns on their faces.

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“They found another body,” one of the younger workers said quietly. “Down in Ashgrove village.”

“Who?”

“The schoolteacher there,” she said as Branby hushed her. “She was so young. Only her first year.”

I felt sick to my stomach.

Who was doing this?

My skin crawled with unease.

Had Gabriel been beside me all night?

I didn’t know

“Son, are you ready for the interview?” Lucian asked.

“Yes.”

It was like the death of someone so innocent and young just didn’t matter out here in Ashgrove Manor beyond how inconvenient it would be.

What if Gabriel said something during the interview that made it clear he had fucked me?

Would that ruin my reputation?

What if he showed thatpicture?

Lucian ushered us into the room with the Steelblades corporate suits. It was a big, warm sitting room with a roaring fire, and he poured everyone a glass of whiskey.

I declined, glaring at Lucian.

“Please,” he mouthed.

“You’re fucking weak.”

How had I ever thought he was my dream man?

I headed for a place as far from Gabriel as I could get, but he blocked me, pulling out a massive leather chair and spinning it around.

Defiance hovered on my lips, but then he tapped the chair with two strong fingers.

Did these gobble-necked pencil-pushers look like they could save me from him?