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in, orders us around then leaves like nothing
happened. He drives me crazy most of the time.”
    “You
don’t help matters when you treat him like he is worthless. He is the head of
the Host of Heaven. He could destroy us and the Father wouldn’t do a thing to
stop him.”
    “I
don’t respect much. It is obvious from the fact that I am here on earth rather
than in Heaven.”
    “That’s
the truth, I’m afraid. We all must not have respected Him to let Lucifer talk
us into a stupid stunt like that.”
    “I’ll
know better than to let anyone talk me into something like that again. What do
we do to keep Abby safe?”
    “I’ll
see what I can find out about Thompson. Maybe there is some information we can
use to blackmail him. With guys like him, it will always come down to money. If
we hit him in his checkbook, I’m sure we can make him see the error of his
ways.”
    “Do
that. I’ll try and keep an eye on her tonight.” He paid the bill as they walked
out of the restaurant.

CHAPTER THREE
    The
door shut with a satisfying thud and Abby leaned against it with a sigh. It had
been another long night of trying to keep Thompson’s hands from her ass.
Sometimes she wished she wasn’t so good at her job. As a blackjack dealer, the
high rollers who came to Reno to gamble requested her often. She enjoyed it
most of the time; it was only when men like Thompson thought she’d sleep with
them as well as deal for them that she hated it. A picture of William Bradford
popped into her mind and she couldn’t help comparing the groping octopus to
him.
    Now
there was a man to make a girl sweat. His attitude said he didn’t care what
others thought of him. She had a feeling if he asked her out and she said no,
he wouldn’t hound her for a date. He could have any woman he wanted so he
wouldn’t waste his time on one who didn’t want him.
    Didn’t
want him? She smiled. She wasn’t fooling herself. She had wanted him the minute
her eyes had run over that luscious body of his. She had spent last night
tossing and turning, dreaming of him kissing her all over. She had dreamt of
his mouth on her nipples and his cock inside her pussy. He did seem perfect,
even down to the haunted look in his eyes that no woman could resist.
    She had
seen him at the high stakes poker table that night. He was perfect except for
his gambling. She had seen a hundred men like him come and go while she dealt
the cards. These men had the fever crying out for the next turn of cards or the
next roll of the dice. For her father it was the next super horse that was
going to win a ton of money if he only got the right trip around the track. It
didn’t pay to love a gambling man.
    The
ringing of the phone was a shrill wake up call from her daydreams. She stared
at the instrument and wondered if, for once, she wouldn’t answer it. The
insistent ringing carried her back for a moment to the childhood she never had.
It would start with the phone ringing. Her mother wouldn’t answer it and then a
few days later, they would move again. She wasn’t that strong. She lunged for
the phone.
    “Hello?”
    “Hello,
Abigail. How are you tonight, darling?” Thompson’s oily voice dripped over the
telephone.
    “How
did you get my number?” She was horrified.
    “Money
talks and I’m willing to spend a lot on convincing you to go out with me.”
    “I’ve
told you no a hundred times, Mr. Thompson. Why can’t you accept the fact that I
don’t want to date you?” Her voice held a hint of desperation.
    “I know
it’s only a matter of time before you quit playing this game. You’re playing
hard to get and I like that. I’m so used to women throwing their bodies at me
because of my money that it’s refreshing to have you present a challenge.” He
sounded so smug she almost gagged.
    “Leave
me the hell alone.” Slamming down the receiver, she quickly unplugged the phone
from the wall before he could call back.
    Her
hands were trembling as she sank onto her