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the computer world. He can do no wrong.”
    “I’ve heard otherwise,” I grumble, not wanting to talk about Blaine.
    “Has Mr. Silver Spoon been gossiping again?” Goth girl snorts, a very unattractive sound. “So Blaine spent some time in the big house for breaking into NASA’s antiquated mainframe. That doesn’t make him any less of a god.”
    “He went to prison for stealing information?” I stare at her, needing to hear the confirmation from her black-rimmed lips.
    “For freeing information.” Goth girl’s green Mohawk vibrates. “He put those pictures of Mars on the ’net, made them public domain, baby.”
    Blaine stole pictures of Mars. My father broke into his former boss’s house, a much more serious crime. I glance at Michael’s office. He leans back in his chair, laughing into his headset’s mic. Michael can’t find out about my father. He’ll look at me with horror and disgust.
    If my father’s record is expunged, something I didn’t think was possible, Michael might not ever find out. I’m not as powerful as Blaine. No one has a reason to look deeper into my background.
    I pick up my list of donors and dial the next number.

 
    Chapter Four
    B LAINE IS WAITING for me as I pad over the uneven ground cover, my flip-flops releasing the fresh scent of herbs with each step. He sits on a lounge chair, wearing the same outfit he had worn to my office. His face is fully illuminated and he holds a lit cigar in his tanned fingers.
    He is fierce and powerful and undeniably male. Arousal rushes over me, tightening my nipples and moistening my pussy. I clutch the white cotton robe closer around my naked body, struggling to control my need.
    “Did you touch yourself?” Blaine asks, his voice deep.
    “No.” I tremble, yearning for that release. “Blaine—”
    “Take off your clothes, Anna.” He taps his cigar against the terra-cotta ashtray and ashes fall. There’s a small black velvet bag on the wooden table, beside the ashtray.
    “I have to ask you this first because . . .” It is all I can think about. “Because you might not wish to watch me after I ask it.” I express my fear. I don’t want to risk him, this, whatever we have, but the thought eats at me.
    “I’ll always watch you.” Blaine puffs on his awful cigar, his cheeks indenting. “Ask your question.” He gazes at me with a pussy-clenching intensity.
    I take a deep breath, count to ten and exhale. This doesn’t ease my tension so I do it again. Nothing. I close my eyes. The darkness helps. “Will you show me how to expunge my father’s record?”
    Silence falls. My heart pounds. Blaine says nothing.
    I open my eyes. He continues to gaze at me, his green eyes glittering.
    “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. It’s simply that I know you did it for your records and I thought you might have pointers.” I’m blathering. I know this but I can’t stop. “Because I don’t know where to start. I didn’t even know it could be done before today, before someone mentioned it to me, and I thought—”
    “There’s no need.” Blaine breaks into my stream of words. “I’ve erased your father completely.”
    “Completely?” I sway on my feet. Is that possible?
    “Completely.” Blaine nods, the lights gleaming off his black hair. “Your father is no longer in any government or private databases.”
    Because Blaine hacked those databases. I sit down on the chair facing his, my chair, the rattan creaking under my ass. “Why would you do that?” Erased isn’t the same thing as expunged. Erased is illegal. “If someone finds out, you could go back to prison.” Why would he risk that?
    Blaine smokes, appearing aggravatingly calm, and my fingers twitch. I want to grab his cigar and throw it into the pool behind me.
    “Would it bother you if I went back to prison?” he finally asks.
    The question is so stupid, it takes me ten seconds to fully comprehend it.
    “Bother me?” I jump to my feet. “My father