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fornication. Picking up her phone, she dialed Angel’s extension.
“Girl, you are so on about shopping and a drink afterwards.”
    “Okay, what gives. Were you fired?” Angel chortled.
    Gazing back down at the invitation,
she clenched her pussy muscles. “No, something much better.” Somehow a plan was in order. She was a wicked woman after all.
    The afternoon couldn’t have gone by
any slower. By the time the workday ended Kaela was ready to move to another
country. Between his heated looks and her constant sweating, she was fit to be
tied. As the afternoon drew on, she second-guessed one too many things. She’d
moved here away from people she’d grown up with to start a new life, leaving
her past behind. She’d changed her appearance and stayed to herself. She’d also
locked down her needs. Somehow Broden was bringing her kinky side out in the
open, something she’d padlocked several years before.
    Fear was a terrible thing to have
constantly. For some reason she had a feeling she was destined to do this,
maybe challenged into opening up again. If only she had the courage.
    ****
    At five thirty on a Thursday night,
Kaela and Angel were standing just across the street in front of what could
only be described at a supped up sex shop, at least in Kaela’s eyes. From the
neon lighting to the feather boas strategically placed around scantily clad
mannequins in the plate glass window, the place rocked or reeked of seduction. All things that terrified her. Blinking furiously, she
looked up and down the crowded street, half expecting musicians to appear on
every corner. “Here?”
    “Yes, here. Do not judge a book by
its cover, girl. This is the most well known urban shop this side of the
Mississippi and you know I have good taste so get with the program,” Angel
huffed as she wrapped her hand around Kaela’s arm, pulling her toward the
shop’s entrance.
    “I really don’t have money to spend
on clothes. I’m on a budget.”
    “What, to purchase more books so you
can drool and dream?” Angel slapped her on the ass. “Liar, liar pants on fire.
Come on. Shopping is meant to be fun and think of it this way. Sexy clothes
might help you get laid. I should add finally.”
    Blushing all the way to her toes,
Kaela groaned. “You’re one bad woman.”
    “That’s why you love me, for my
positive influence on you. Now get ready to party.”
    “Hold on. I have a question,” Kaela
stated, the party looming in the back of her mind.
    “I feel a nightmare coming on.”
    “Funny. Do they still make voodoo
dolls?” Kaela asked, her mind still beating herself up for her ridiculous
behavior.
    “You’re still on that bit from
today?” Angel asked as she folded her arms. “And what’s the hot news you have
anyway?”
    “Oh that was chump change in
comparison to what I did after you left.”
    “What exactly did you do? Daydream
about his thick cock?”
    “Very funny,” Kaela whispered as she
nibbled on her bottom lip.
    Angel stopped at the corner and
glared at her. “What did you do?”
    “I mighta kinda sorta punched him in
the gut.”
    Her foot off the curb, Angel nearly
tumbled into the street. “What? You did what exactly?”
    “Yeah, I know.” Cringing, Kaela
walked ahead of her.
    “And you still have a job?”
    “You know, I think he liked it. He
liked it so much he invited me to an exclusive costume party as his date to
finally sign that big overseas deal.” Maybe
he likes whips and chains too.
    Chuckling, Angel shook her head. “What? Seriously on both counts?”
    “Yes. And I have no idea why he
invited me either.” Kaela groaned.
    “Because you’re
the best closer in the office. He’s honoring you and you hit him. Superb girl. Just perfect. Jesus. I don’t want to ever be your enemy,”
Angel chastised.
    “I know. I didn’t know what he was
going to ask. Don’t worry, I’ll place nice, but I have no idea what to wear. He
deserved the punch too.”
    “Unbelievable, girl. The woman