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A cat burglar. A petty cash thief. A desperate housewife. A nosy cat sitter. A reckless base jumper. What could these five women have in common? They are all Bad Girls.
When Gemma climbs into the first apartment on her 'to burgle' list, she is distracted by something more enticing than money and jewels. A moment's hesitation, and she ends up paying for her crime in a most unexpected fashion.
All Shannah wants is a new pair of shoes. They are a bargain, but still not within her means. She finds a way to pay for them, but ends up with far more than she bargains for. Are they really worth the price she must pay?
Melissa is frustrated with her husband being away on business all the time. She takes desperate action in order to prompt a response from him, but she may have gone too far. She gets a response all right, and things become hotter than she thought they could. Does this naughty housewife manage to save her marriage, or not?
While cat sitting, Jess can't resist the urge to get comfortable. She makes herself at home and in the process crosses some boundaries that her 'host' is far from happy about. Fortunately, she also finds the means to her own—end.
Olivia 'The Cat' Davis thrives on the danger and thrill of jumping off buildings. The taller the better. As she attempts her ultimate jump, she is met with a stern warning that she has chosen the wrong building this time. If she survives the fall, will she survive the aftermath?
In pursuit of their selfish dreams, each one of these wildly beautiful but very naughty girls comes up against a man who can teach them right from wrong, and that there are consequences to their actions: consequences they are more than happy to dish up.
Publisher's note: This is not a sweet romance and includes highly explicit, erotic love scenes featuring dominant men and sensual play, including spanking.
Oh the adrenaline rush. It was better than sex.
Well, it had to be said, Gemma thought as she put her favourite song on in her car. Her sex life, or rather lack of one, didn't compare to the excitement of burgling.
"Will I ever find a man who understands my need for danger and something a bit more thrilling in bed?"
She sighed heavily whilst she drove. Probably not. She wanted everything that's why; the romance, a strong man who would take care of her but who would also let her do ridiculous things whilst reigning her in where need be. He'd be handsome – that went without saying – and good in bed. The perfect lover, anticipating and fulfilling her needs. Pleasure should be felt by both partners after all.
Reece, her recent ex, had hardly been Mr. Orgasm and Gemma gritted her teeth as she remembered his lacklustre performance. "Couldn't find my clit if I drew him a map!"
She shook her head in disgust. Why oh why hadn't she dumped that loser sooner? Instead, she'd boldly suggested that they try a few things out. Big mistake. After a look of horror from him and another night of missionary style sex, where she'd had to fake her 'ohs' and 'ahs' of pleasure, enough had been enough. A guy who didn't do foreplay, or know how to please his woman in bed wasn't worth the effort. And he'd been so dumbstruck when she'd told him.
So two months on, here Gemma was. No man, no sex, but able to concentrate on her burgling. Definitely okay with her, because she got all the thrills without the agro of pampering a man.
She sang along to the song, while she expertly navigated the busy London traffic. She was excited about tonight. It was the 'big job' for her and she couldn't wait to get there – to scale the balconies of the super-rich, break in and take their things. It made her horny as hell. It compensated for lacking the right man in her life.
The luxury apartments she was on her way to were in secluded grounds just outside of London. They were brand new and only half had residents at the moment. The apartments which had been sold were mostly going to be unoccupied this weekend and hence Gemma's nocturnal visit to them. She had spent weeks organising and preparing for this. The security guard in the building, Mr. Dopey.com as she liked to refer to him, had been particularly helpful to the flirtatious cleaning lady. She grinned, remembering how sweet he had been to her, trying to impress her with his explanation about the alarm systems inside the building. Fluttering eyelashes and a fake mobile number for a date had gotten her all the information she needed.
"Easy pickings." Gemma laughed, feeling the buzz of anticipation already. She knew exactly which apartments to break into. A few of the American owners had flown home for Thanksgiving, some were on holiday and the others were away on business, like her first victim, Mr. Turner.
"It's my right of way, asshole!" Gemma suddenly shouted at the driver, who'd tried to cut her off at the round-a-bout and had the cheek to honk at her when she'd pulled out. Giving him the finger, she angrily turned back to concentrate on her driving. God, she hated driving in London. When she was rich enough from her burglings she was totally going to move somewhere else.
She finally left the heavy city traffic and easily found her way out into the leafy suburbs. Another song came on, which she promptly turned off because it reminded her of Reece and she didn't need a downer on her mood. Instead she drove in silence for the last fifteen minutes.
Gemma parked her car on the side of the road, got out and locked it. The apartments were still half a mile away, down a private lane and with an electric gate, but she didn't want to park too close. Her Mini Cooper would be rather conspicuous in this elite neighbourhood.
Grabbing her rucksack of tools, she set off down the dark street and then the private lane. Nobody drove past but she kept to the shadows on the edge of the lane anyway. And she knew that there was a camera on top of the entrance gateway. As she drew near, Gemma ducked off into the trees surrounding the walled gardens, avoiding going near the electric gate. She took off her rucksack, quickly shrugged out of her coat to stash it behind a nearby bush and then she pulled her balaclava down over her face. She put the rucksack back on and looked up at the high stone wall in front of her. There were several places where she could use a tiny niche as a foot or hand hold. She smiled. Her parkour skills were useful here too.
Gemma took twenty steps back, before running at the wall and quickly scaling it, using the small niches she had spied earlier. Sitting on top of the wall, she observed the dark building in front of her. "This will be a doddle," she said and jumped off the wall, landing neatly on the grass below.
According to the cute, but dim, security guard, Mr. Turner was away on business for three days. Gemma intended to start with him as his place was on the lowest occupied floor—the fifth. From his balcony she could quickly scale up to the others she intended to burgle tonight. She ran forward and started climbing. Wasn't Mr. Turner in for a surprise when he got home?
Called to see the boss after hours.
Shannah knew she was in trouble when she'd received the summons via e-mail, but sheesh, she'd only 'borrowed' the money from petty cash, for crying out loud. She fully intended on paying the money back. No big deal. Thirty damn dollars; the killer heels she'd seen in the shoe shop couldn't be missed out on. Someone else would have bought those beauties if Shannah had had to wait 'til pay day. Shoes like that were worth taking risks for. Trouble is she'd got caught.
Anyway, surely her little mistake didn't warrant a visit to the big man himself? Yet, here she was, waiting in Mr. Drake's outer office, like some naughty school girl, until she was bid entry into his great domain.
Shannah glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time. Six-thirty. Come on already. It was an hour after she'd finished. She had better things to do with her time than wait for some billionaire to fire her.
"Maybe I should walk out of here. Save the old coot the trouble," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that, dear?" The prim secretary at the desk opposite Shannah looked up to enquire.
"Nothing." I'm fed up with sitting here is all.
"Mr. Drake will call you in shortly, I'm sure."
Oh would he? Shannah didn't appreciate the saccharin, fake smile from the older woman. How much longer was she going to have to wait? Mr. Drake might like to keep inhuman hours. It didn't mean she did.
"I would like to get home tonight," Shannah couldn't help saying. Then watched incredulously as the secretary gathered a coat and bag and stood up.
"Mr. Drake wants to see you, Miss Harper and he will. You won't be kept much longer. Good evening."
"Good evening," Shannah managed to croak out.
What the hell? The secretary got to go home, while she had to continue to sit here. Mr. Drake had got his thirty bucks back by wasting her time. Incensed, Shannah promised herself that she'd only wait another five minutes. Then she was walking out of here.
She gave a deep sigh and slouched in her seat. She didn't even know what Mr. Drake looked like, because she'd only been temping at the telecommunications firm for a couple of weeks. He was probably some middle aged, fat, balding man, who got off on firing people like her.
There was a crackle of static and then a deep voice came out of the intercom on the secretary's desk. "You may come in now, Miss Harper."
See. Mr. Drake couldn't even be bothered to open his office door and call her in. She added 'lazy' to her mental picture of him. But then she frowned. His sexy voice didn't match her impression of him. Her name had never managed to sound so pornographic.
Shannah shrugged. What did it matter? Five minutes and it would be over, irrespective of what Mr. Drake looked like.
She stood up, smoothed her skirt out, walked over to his office door, knocked and went in.
Well, put her over his knee and spank her – she hadn't expected this hot specimen. The man who sat behind the large desk was a complete shock to her system. And he looked dangerous.
He couldn't wait to get his hands on the lush Miss Harper.
Ever since Liam had seen her walk into reception and start work as a temp, he'd been itching to find a reason to call her into his office. It wouldn't be easy without arousing suspicion. After all, temps weren't normally people he'd have anything to do with and he didn't want any gossip about them. Not when he wanted her so badly. But then the lovely Shannah had fallen right into his lap – he'd witnessed her taking some money from petty cash, on camera.
Spying on his staff wasn't something Liam advocated, but he did have cameras in key areas of the building, especially where any money and expensive software were located.
Thirty dollars was a miniscule drop in the ocean to him and Liam was quite sure Shannah meant to only borrow the amount. Whatever she intended, it gave him the perfect excuse to bring her into his office, after hours and to finally get his hands on that tight little bottom of hers.
She had that air of defiance about her, which made her a candidate for some chastisement. Liam intended far more than that. He had plans for Shannah and wanted her to be a permanent fixture in his life, providing today went well. And it was going to start with a spanking. How she reacted to that would be their relationship breaker or maker.
Liam watched as she sashayed into his office, caught his appearance and paused by the door. Shock and something else flared in her green eyes, before being quickly hidden.
"Close the door, Miss Harper."
She rolled her eyes, flicked back her long sable hair and then did as bid.
When she turned back to face him, she was glaring at him defiantly. Clearly she hadn't appreciated having to wait so long to see him – which is what he'd intended. Anticipation was everything. And he'd wanted to rile her.
"Please take a seat."
"If you're going to fire me, Mr. Drake. Just do it. I don't need to sit down for it."
God, her husky voice went straight to his groin. Until now he'd never heard her speak and her voice was everything he'd imagined it would be. Better even. "Sit." He insisted, using a more authoritative tone.
She raised her chin. "Enough of your petty power games. Fire me and have done with it."
Liam hid a smile. Without realizing it, she was playing a game of a different kind. "Why would I fire you, Miss Harper?"
That flustered her. "Erm. Well, because of the money I took from petty cash…"
"Nobody knows about that, apart from me. I saw you on camera." He looked at her flushed face. "Nobody else need ever know."
"I don't understand you, Mr. Drake," she said with a frown.
"Sit down and I will explain."
Shannah finally sat down opposite him, so that now he could appreciate her beauty close up.
"I have no wish to fire you, Shannah. I'm sure you were going to put the money back, am I right?"
"Yes. Of course," she responded, failing to notice that he'd used her first name.
"Thirty dollars isn't a lot after all. What did you need it for Shannah?"
Liam genuinely was intrigued. He wasn't just prolonging the inevitable moment where he took her over his knee. But if she said on a date with her boyfriend, then it was game over. Damn it, he hadn't considered there might be someone in her life. A definite flaw in his plan. A hot woman like her was bound to have a man. He was an idiot not to have thought of it. He waited for her to answer, while desperately not trying to demand if she had a boyfriend.
Shannah blushed with guilt and looked down. "I saw a pair of shoes I wanted and couldn't wait until the end of the month to be paid. I had to have them," she mumbled.
A pair of shoes. He could buy her all the shoes she wanted when she was his. "I know what it's like to want things, Shannah. Are you wearing them now?"
Her head shot back up. And she gave him a strange look as if to say 'why are you asking me that?' But she replied. "Yes, I am."
Shannah did balk at that. "Mr. Drake, I…"
"Liam," he corrected her. In private she was going to use his name.
"Pardon?" she asked.
"Call me Liam."
Shannah stood up. "Now see here, Mr. Drake."
Liam held up a placating hand. "I simply wanted to see what my money helped buy. That's all. Couldn't your boyfriend have bought them for you?" His taunt got the result he wanted.
Shannah flicked her hair over a shoulder with a huff. "I don't have a boyfriend to buy me shoes or anything else at the moment – not that it's any of your damn business," she told him angrily. Then she walked around his desk, close to where he sat and indicated her feet. "These are what I bought, Mr. Drake. Happy?"
Liam looked at the killer, sexy as hell heels she had on and smiled up at her defiant face. "Very nice too, Shannah."
She made a humph sound. "I don't care if you like them or not. I will get the thirty dollars back to you." She glared down at him. "Now, are we done?"
"No. We're not." He stood up. "And I don't want your money."
Shannah had to lift her chin to look him in the face now. "You don't?" She couldn't hide the nervousness in her voice.
"I want something else from you."
She'd done a bad thing.
The question was, did Caleb care enough – love her enough – to come after her?
Melissa sighed as she looked at the beach from her balcony, while she worried about the state of her marriage. She'd had to do something, damn it, to spark a response from him. But maybe she had gone a bit mad this time. Suddenly having second thoughts, she decided to phone her sister. Big sis would tell her straight. Either support Melissa's crazy action, or tell her not to be so stupid and go and fix it quick.
She took her mobile out of her pocket and called Hannah.
"Hannah? Yes, hi. It's Mel. I think I've gone too far with something…"
She ignored how her older sibling muttered about what scrape was it this time she'd gotten herself into. It wasn't like she always got into trouble for heaven's sake. Trouble had a way of finding her. As kids Hannah had always gotten her out of it. Now Caleb did, but Melissa could no longer be sure how much longer she would have Caleb. He was so distant these days. Her marriage was falling apart.
Melissa decided to simply confess to her sister what she'd done.
"I'm at the beach house on Carova Beach, North Carolina." She gulped and then blurted out the rest. "I'm not with Caleb. I've emptied our joint account and written him a letter to say I've left him for a lover."
She had to hold the phone away from her ear as her sister reacted loudly.
"No. I haven't got a lover. I just wanted him to think I had one, to see if he cares enough to come after me."
Melissa listened to her sister's response with the dawning realization that she really had done a stupid thing.
"Yes, you're right. Oh, god. I just don't want to lose him, Hannah. He's been so busy with work. We barely see each other and I haven't had sex in months. I was desperate to get a reaction out of him and hoping to spark his jealousy."
She listened again to Hannah.
"Yes. I know most normal people try and discuss it with their spouse rather than take off, but I panicked. What if he hasn't been working – what if he's having an affair? At least if he doesn't come, I'll know."
Hannah's angry response to that finally made Melissa see sense. Oh, god. She had acted like a petulant child and she should go home and discuss it. More than that. She should trust her husband.
She gave a heavy sigh. "You're right, Sis. Thank you for highlighting my stupidity. I'll go home and sort it out. Caleb's on a business trip and not due back until late evening the day after tomorrow. So I'll have time to get home, tear up the letter, as well as transfer the money back to our joint account."
Glad that she had talked to her sibling and realized what an idiot she'd been, they talked about other things until they finally finished the call. Then she looked at her watch. Hm. Eight o' clock. Far too late to think about driving home. She'd cook herself something nice, have a glass of wine, take a walk along the secluded beach and go home tomorrow.
Smiling, she went into the house to start dinner. This house was where they had spent their honeymoon and it held a lot of memories. Good ones. And they would have them again.
Thank goodness Caleb wouldn't read her letter after all.
"Please say you'll do it, Jess…"
Of course she'd do it, but Jess couldn't resist teasing her perfect cousin a little first. "Why do you want me to stay again?"
The sigh down the other end of the phone told Jess that her cousin was desperately trying not to lose her cool.
"I agreed to look after my neighbour’s cat for two weeks, which wasn't a problem until something came up at work. Now I have to go away for two nights and so I need you to help me out."
There was a brief pause and then Zara continued. "You can come and stay here. I'll leave his key and the instructions. All you have to do is pop in twice a day to feed and check on the cat. Make sure everything is okay around the house and leave. I can do the remaining three days for him when I come back from my trip."
Easy peasy. Jess could do with a few days relaxing anyway.
Wait. The only neighbour Cousin Zara had was someone living in that massive house next door to her. Cat sitting suddenly held further appeal. With the owner away, Jess could play. She smiled. She could have a good old nosey around and there'd be no one to stop her.
"I'll do it," she told Zara.
"Oh, that's great. Thanks a lot."
Jess smirked. She had a feeling she was going to be the one thanking her cousin for this little adventure in snooper's paradise. "I'll pack a few things and drive up."
"Wonderful. I have to leave early in the morning so I won't get to see you before I go. But I'll make sure there's milk and things in the fridge. Help yourself, won't you?"
Oh, Jess intended to. She was going to help herself to some fun.
The key turned in the lock and Jess entered Mr. Young's house. A gorgeous white Persian cat came up to her as she closed the door. "Heard me, did you?" She bent down to stroke it as it weaved in and out of her legs. "Well, let's get you some breakfast, cutie. Then I want to explore the place."
Jess wandered off to find the kitchen, while the cat followed her. Along the way, she couldn't help admiring the size of, and tasteful décor of, the house. "How the other half live, huh, puss?" What she wouldn't give to have a property like this. Then she slowly smiled. It was hers for two days, wasn't it?
Having found the kitchen, Jess took in the sheer size of it. All pristine surfaces, gadgets, appliances and cupboards. She whistled. "Who needs this big a kitchen? Seriously." She saw a double oven and shook her head. That too was absolutely pristine. "I bet a whole load of cooking happens in there – not."
Although no master chef, Jess could at least cook and she used her own equipment to do it. What was the point of having a state of the art kitchen like this if it was never used?
Well, it was going to be used by her. Naturally, she'd clean up after so that no one knew, and she didn't get Zara into trouble.
The cat gave her an insistent meow. "Yes, I know. You're hungry," she said to it. She found the cat's bowl and put the required amount of food in it. Then she put the bowl down on the floor, along with some water. The greedy creature couldn't gulp it down quick enough.
"I know the feeling." And Jess's stomach rumbled as if to prove the point. She hadn't had breakfast yet and it prompted her to go over to the humungous fridge/freezer. She opened the door and peered inside. Shelf upon shelf held all kinds of delights and she started helping herself.
A bowl of yoghurt and fruit down her later, along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and she was ready to explore the rest of the house.
"Think I'll start upstairs," she told the cat, jumping off her bar stool and walking out of the kitchen.
Her phone beeped in the pocket of her shorts as she made her way down the long hallway to the stairs. She took it out and rolled her eyes when she saw the text was from Zara.
Have you fed the cat yet?
Almost tempted to say she hadn't, Jess decided to be nice. Cat fed. Checking on the house. Relax coz.x
Jess slipped her phone back into her pocket with a shake of her head. Zara needed to get out more. She was such a control freak – every single thing in her life had to be ordered and if it wasn't she panicked. Not Jess. She took life as it came. Take this cat sitting lark for instance. She'd been given the opportunity to explore this wonderful house and pretend it was hers for a couple of days. So she was going to make the most of it.
Talking of the cat. It had decided to follow her. "Come on then," she said. "Keep me company. Give me the tour." She took the stairs, staring all around her as she went up. It was lovely that was for sure, but there was something missing and for the moment it eluded Jess as to what it was. The cat padded silently after her as she peeked in each room. All were pristine, large bedrooms with luxurious en-suites, and a lovely view for miles around out the windows.
Jess stopped in one room and frowned. She knew what was wrong. The house didn't feel lived in. Nobody slept in these rooms. They had everything in them, tasteful furniture and décor, but no occupant. To confirm it, Jess went over to one of the chest of drawers and opened the drawers. Nothing was in them. How many rooms had she been in now – six? They were all the same.
Mr. Young clearly lived on his own, apart from his cat. Jess idly wondered what he looked like as she left the room, but there were no photos anywhere. And that was the other thing about this place. No photos. That said a lot about a place. The house couldn't be a permanent residence for him if there were no photos up. They added warmth and let someone nosey like her see what people looked like. "Oh, well. Each to their own. Eh, pussy cat?"
Jess stopped. She couldn't keep talking to the cat without using its name. Zara hadn't told her what the fluffy bundle was called. She'd have to look on its collar tag. She bent down and picked it up, cuddling it to her, so that she could look at the little silver disc hanging from the red leather collar. The cat started purring, which Jess found sweet. "Like me huh… Jezebel? Who the hell calls their cat that?"
Said cat didn't seem to mind and purred louder in Jess's arms. "I'll call you 'Belle' instead. Poor little mite. Your owner is a rich loser."
Affronted on the cat's behalf, Jess moved onto the seventh bedroom. She peeked in, but swiftly moved on when it was the same as all the others. She was getting bored now. She hadn't known what to expect, but it wasn't this. Where were all the exciting little nick knacks she could gawk at?
Olivia laughed as she ran straight for the edge of the roof, jumped up onto the small wall, pulled her goggles over her eyes and leapt off.
"So long suckers!" she cried to the security guards left behind.
Her voice wobbled as she fell through the air.
Another successful start. She closed her mouth and concentrated on her jump.
Olivia loved this part. Sure, the whole jump was dangerous—an adrenaline rush. Would her chute open? Would her landing be all right? But it was this initial leap into the sky that gave her the real thrill. She enjoyed evading security guards as she trespassed in some building and they watched agog as she leapt off the roof. Then she would fall until the exact moment when she had to open her chute. Get it wrong and her chute wouldn't open. She hadn't got it wrong yet. She always did her homework first – weather conditions, height of the building. Everything that mattered to success.
Olivia watched the city below her as she fell, busy even at three in the morning. Which meant there would still be an audience to observe her landing. She grinned. The fame junkie in her liked that part, too. She liked having people film her on their phones and load the videos onto their social media sites. And she always filmed her jumps herself too with the little camera strapped to her. The footage she took would be uploaded onto her blog later. She had quite the following now.
After this time, Olivia knew she had fallen to the height she needed to open her parachute. The cord was pulled and she jerked upward as the chute opened and she suddenly slowed down.
"Whoa," she shouted to the night sky. A triumphant cry. With the parachute open, Olivia's voice was no longer distorted when she spoke and she talked about her jump for the benefit of her camera. "I'm here in London. It's three a.m. and I have just jumped off the Turner building."
She paused while she checked on her position. All was well. She was heading right for the park she wished to land in. She carried on with her commentary. "Height wise, the Turner building is twenty floors up. Not my biggest jump. But as my followers know, I have plans for something much taller while I'm here in London, so keep an eye on my blog. Love you. The cat."
Olivia always used her pseudonym 'The Cat' on her blog and no one ever had a clear picture of her face. Base-jumping wasn't illegal, but she could get into trouble for trespassing or other misdemeanours.
Enjoying the rest of her flight in silence, it was too soon over and Olivia landed in the park to applause. She grinned and acknowledged the crowd, while she gathered her chute. She shoved it back in her backpack to untangle later. Getting away from the scene promptly was the best thing, in case the police did turn up and question her.
"Cat – over here!"
Olivia looked up as she put her pack on her shoulders.
"Can I have a picture with you?"
She hesitated. She didn't usually do this as there was no time. But the crowd of onlookers had taken what pictures they'd wanted and mostly dispersed.
"As long as we're quick," she told the man with a smile. "I don't want trouble finding me."
Which was why she hadn't removed her goggles yet.
The man came closer. They stood side by side. He lifted his phone and took a picture.
"Thanks," he said, walking off. Then, "Good luck with your next jump." It was called over his shoulder.
Olivia frowned. She didn't know why, but she had gotten a bad vibe off him.
She shrugged. No matter. He'd gone now and she also needed to be out of here.
"Is it true you're going to do it?"
Olivia laughed as her brother asked the question down the phone.
"Of course I am. It's one of the tallest buildings in London. How can I not?"
"You're crazy, Liv. Security will be crawling all over that place."
Yes. They would be. But that was half the fun. Getting one over on them. And she'd had her eye on the Endeavour Tower since she didn't know when. "You know me," she said to her sibling. "If it's too tame, I'm not interested."
There was a pause on the other end and then a sigh. "I don't know, Liv. You be careful. That Wright guy is rich and powerful. You could really get into trouble this time."
Olivia scoffed at that. "What's the worst he can do to me, little bro – get me charged for trespassing?"
"Yeah well. I'll come and visit you in jail."
"Funny, Matt. Funny."
The two siblings ended their call.
Olivia put her mobile down on her computer desk and looked at her latest video. "I took some great footage yesterday even if I do say so myself." She nodded in satisfaction. Not only had it been one of her best jumps yet, but the recording had been really clear. It certainly had the highest number of hits on her blog so far.
Then she started to read through some of the comments already appearing underneath the video clip. As predicted, people were trying to guess which building she intended jumping off of next, after her reference to something much taller.
"The Shard! Hell no," she blurted. "That's been done and I'm not going near that baby."
A few other places were mentioned, including the Endeavour Tower. But Olivia wouldn't confirm it. She liked danger and the odds stacked against her. However, she wasn't insane. There would be no announcement of the building. Not until she was up on the roof about to jump. She didn't want too many security men at the scene, or she might have to abort.
About to switch off her PC as it was getting late and she needed some sleep, Olivia noticed she'd received a private message. Yawning, she clicked on it.
Dear Cat, if you come anywhere near my building to base-jump, I shall tan your backside. NW
Olivia frowned. NW – Nick Wright – it had to be. Owner of Shark Gaming and Endeavour Tower. The rich, powerful man her brother had warned her about. "Whatever," she muttered. He wouldn't stop her. Unable to resist replying, Olivia tapped away at the keyboard.
Is that a promise or a threat NW?
She smirked. Why not have a little fun with him? He couldn't intimidate her.
Her smirk disappeared and she glared at the screen, reading his reply.
WTF? You are one messed up individual, NW. Olivia rubbed her tired eyes after typing. Was this really happening? She should just ignore him and go to bed.
I'm simply stating what will happen to you. If you come near my building, I reserve the right to punish you.
With a spanking? Olivia blinked several times. Then rolled her eyes. Enough of this. She was going to bed. Rest assured NW. I'm not interested in you, or your precious building. There. Hopefully that put a puncture in his male ego. She turned her PC off, stomped over to her bed and got in.
She huffed. Sleep was going to be a problem now because she was so cross. Damn the man. Who the hell did he think he was threatening to spank her like that? It made her even more determined to jump off his building.
Then she smiled. Worried about bad publicity was he? Didn't want her posting any videos of her jump from his building on her blog. Hm. She might take a memento of some sort off his desk on her way to the roof – show it on film or even jump with it. She'd send him his own personal little copy of the footage too. Nobody told Olivia what she could and couldn't do.
Mr. Wright was going to be the loser in this situation. And he wasn't going to get his pervy hands anywhere near her bottom.