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think Rena will
have better luck producing results than the other guy you have on
it. That girl could teach stubbornness to a donkey.”
    “That she could.” Making his decision,
he quickly typed the reply to Rena, agreeing to her terms along
with promising to send her scanned copies of the reports in the
morning. Even if he didn’t mention Rena to Jackson, his partner
would soon know anyway. The other message he noticed in his Inbox
had been addressed to both them. Their contact at Comm. Edison had
information for them about Rena’s location. Pushing his guilty
conscience to the side, he hit the Send button. Then, he scrambled
out of his chair, sinking back to his knees. “Please,
Mistress.”
    “Please what, Jude?”
    He looked up into her gray eyes. “I
need you.”
    She gave him an indulgent smile. “Then
you shall have me…eventually.”

Chapter Five
    Studying over the sheaf of
papers in her hand, Rena sank onto her couch. She wanted to
strangle her replacement. The idea of Jude using Levi Rogers to
investigate the break-in at his home was baffling. He was a great
guard but he was more along the lines of a grunt than a section
leader. He had no real investigative skills, but he could follow
orders without a problem. No wonder Jude’s
pulling out his hair with this mess. She
thoughtfully tapped her chin before jotting down a list on her
ever-present tablet, a habit she’d had since her days in the
military. It was her way of organizing her thoughts. First of all, I need to get inside Jude’s condo
to see the actual crime scene. Then I need to talk to the
investigating officer, and possibly get any additional info from
WhiteHawk. Maybe he’ll work with me…?
    She’d just finished scribbling on her
tablet when her cell rang. Glancing at the caller ID, she
recognized it as one of the cell numbers for Larson Securities.
Pressing the call button, she answered it. “Yeah, I already got the
stuff you sent over, Jude. I’m going over it as we
speak…”
    “And what exactly did my
partner send to you, ma peekôn? ” Jackson’s voice
purred in her ear.
    She nearly dropped the
phone in reaction. It had been nearly a year since she’d heard the
whispered endearment. His little
thorn. Steeling herself against a curious
melting in her heart and the sudden dampness between her thighs,
she forced a calmness she didn’t even remotely feel into her tone.
“Now why am I not surprised to hear from you, White Boy?” Inwardly
she fumed and wondered if Jude had gone running to Jackson the
moment he’d agreed to her trade, or if Jackson had merely lucked
out.
    A very amused male chuckle
filled her ear. “Now you knew I wouldn’t let your little stunt at
the mall go unanswered, right?”
    Squeezing the bridge of
her nose, she prayed for patience. She wasn’t going to engage him –
she wasn’t. Perhaps if she refused to banter with him, he’d leave
her alone. “I wasn’t expecting anything from you, nor will I. Is
there a reason you called on my private number?”
    She could almost hear the
smile in his voice. “Of course there is.” In the background she
could hear the sound of a bell as if he’d just stepped off an
elevator, which was confusing to her considering there were none at
Larson Securities. He must be out and
about checking on accounts as usual. “To
find out what kind of paddle you prefer. One like the suede covered
paddle I used on you in Ireland or one with latigo leather? I’ll admit I have a favored latigo one which
will sting your bottom in ways you’ve never
experienced. ”
    Straightening, she dropped
the papers onto her coffee table while fighting the urge to moan.
She loved latigo leather, but she forced herself to remember their
age difference- that she wasn’t looking for another Dom/sub
relationship. She had to be firm. “So we’re back to that again?
I’ll tell you the same thing I told you last time, Jackson. There
isn’t a prayer in hell I’ll submit to you…”
    “But