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He sighed. Time to make some calls.





Chapter Nine



The water was amazingly hot on her sticky skin. Lyra braced her hands against the wall of the shower as it pounded down on her back, sighing a little as she did so. She’d set the showerhead on massage mode, and damn, it felt good.

She tilted her head back, letting the water clean her face, as well as clear her head. She hadn’t lied to Andros, she had felt sticky, but the shower was more of an escape method than anything else. A chance to think. Because it seemed now, the morning after the night before, that everything was happening so fast. Of course, she’d expected that, planned for it—really, it was all going as she wanted, but her feelings? Well, she hadn’t factored them into the equation that was the trouble.

She scrunched her eyes tightly shut as she remembered the nonstop sex. He was amazing. Like no one she’d ever had. Not that there had been a lineup of men—Lyra was no virgin, still…

She shivered as she recalled his long, thick cock pumping inside of her, his tongue licking along her clit. He’d exhausted her to the point where she’d simply passed out. And this morning her muscles were stiff, her head spinning slightly. She wanted more.

More. More. More.

And that was the weird thing, because Lyra had known she’d want him. Had known from the moment she set eyes on his picture. She just didn’t expect to want him this much. He was her mark. In the end, he was there because she needed money from him. Money to help others, to make a vital difference. He was a third of a puzzle that once complete would change many lives. That was the upshot. She needed him to do as she asked. Only as his mistress would she get the opportunity to ask him for the money she needed.

Dating him on and off was out of the question. So if he refused?

She sighed as she stepped out of the shower, and grabbed one of the super soft, perfectly white, towels. She knew the layout of his house now. Had already picked out the various knickknacks that could be taken and pawned if need be. But she did not want to go that route. She wanted him, wanted to have fun with him, wanted to please him and be pleased in return.

An honest transaction.

Just like a prostitute.

She smiled as she wiped away the condensation from the full-length mirror, knowing full well that many people would probably view her actions in that light. Lyra didn’t care though. This was about doing right for others as well as getting something she wanted. If it felt right to her, felt okay, what did it matter what others thought?

Except Penny and Rachel.

Well yes, their opinion mattered, but they were never going to find out what she was up to. She’d get the money for The Point and that would be that. There’d be no need for them to find out exactly what she was doing in her free time, and it wasn’t like this thing between the two of them would last for very long. Andros was a fucking billionaire. He moved in circles all of his own. No doubt he’d get bored of her after a month or two. But what a month it would be!

She padded into the dressing room and helped herself to one of Andros’ tee shirts. They were all perfectly arranged, row after row of cotton. She snorted a little as she imagined her own closet. Likely he had a maid though, so whatever.

Ten minutes later, as dry as she could be because Andros, it seemed, did not own a hair dryer, she made her way back downstairs. The house, though large, wasn’t difficult to navigate, and she wasn’t surprised to see Andros stood at the large windows overlooking the front of the street in the living room. The very same one they’d fucked in just last night. His hands were in his trouser pockets, his stance stiff.

What is he thinking?

She wished she knew.

He turned when she entered the room, and walked over to her. His hands threaded into her wet hair, and before she could so much as breathe he kissed her. It was a hard kiss, unforgiving. Lyra melted a little into his arms from the force of it.

When they broke apart both were panting, and Lyra realized, tilting her head to look into his eyes, Andros was kinda mad.

“I have arranged a home for you,” he snapped.

She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been gone like a half hour.”
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“People can be very efficient when I ask them to be.” He glared. “And I have many employees. The apartment you will be staying in is close to Chelsea. Is in a security-controlled complex, and has all the amenities you need on hand. My understanding is that many young professional women live there.”

Her head was spinning. Lyra took a step back, sinking into the wide couch. “You’re putting me in with a bunch of suits?” she asked, more because she didn’t know what else to say. Andros was giving her what she wanted. Letting the mission run its course. It was almost too much to comprehend.