More, Please(26)

“I feel like a rinky-dink spy,” I muttered, smoothing my dress.

Kimberly hit the screen again. “Tell him what else you have.”

I looked around, holding my hand out for Janelle to give me my clutch. From it I took a small vial with a couple pills. “The secret weapon.” I shook the vial, rattling the pills inside. “This will knock him out.”

“What else?”

I groaned and took out a condom and a small bottle of lotion. I held them both up with a grimace. “The condom will be thrown on the ground. There is no way I am going to touch his penis.”

“She is going to drug him, then she’ll open his fly and shirt, so he thinks he got kinda naked. Then she’ll leave the condom with lotion on the ground so he thinks he…you know.”

“Ejaculated,” Janelle added, tucking the items back into my clutch with a grimace to match mine.

“Yeah. Gross. Then she’ll leave.” Kimberly brushed back her hair. The phone jiggled in her hand. I was pretty positive this video shoot wouldn’t produce the best-quality picture.

“I will try to talk him into breaking the contract before I have to actually pretend to give it up, though,” I explained, putting my wrap over my shoulders.

“No way will he pass up a chance to get you naked,” Kimberly said in disgust. “That man is gross. And there’s no way he will keep all this quiet. Which is why the video is essential.”

“Right. As is the counter-contract we had drawn up.” I took a piece of paper from the table.

“I don’t think that’s what it’s called,” Janelle said in her soft voice.

Kimberly tapped the screen and adjusted the phone again, now recording herself. “I explained everything to my lawyer and got him a copy of the contract you signed, Hunter. Don’t ask me how—I’m sneaky. Anyway, he drew up something that will negate the contract if your dad signs it. Olivia, sacrificing herself, plans to subject herself to your gross dad in order to try and help you out and prove she loves you.”

“Kimberly!” I screeched, clattering over in high heels to try and snatch the phone.

Kimberly gave an evil grin. “Not love, Hunter. Just…intense lust boardering on desperation to continue being with you—”

“Kim—berly!” I ripped the phone away and ended the recording. I glared down at her. “You better edit that out if you ever have to send this to him!”

“Livy, he has to know by now. You might as well just say it.”

“One thing at a time. First, I need to get through tonight without damning myself. If I do have to drug this guy, he could rat me out. I’d go to jail.”

“That’s why you have to wait until the drug leaves his system before you come forward with the video.”

“Except the video will show me slipping him the pills.”

“Not if we edit the video, dummy.” Kimberly winked at me. “I swear, you are terrible at espionage.”

“Just make sure you provide plenty of evidence of him drinking heavily,” Janelle said, fixing my hair. “That’ll explain him passing out.”

I took another deep breath, butterflies waging war in my stomach. I was no good at lying, and I hadn’t forgotten how I had felt when Rodge had pushed himself on me.

I checked my clutch, running my fingers along the tiny bottle of pepper spray, just in case.

“I just hope Hunter forgives me for this if he finds out,” I murmured as I placed the order for the cab. I didn’t want to take a car in case Hunter got a report about who was taken where. My hope was that he’d never find out about this.

“We’ll have proof nothing happened, Livy,” Kimberly said. “We’ll make sure he can’t blame you.”

I nodded miserably. “He wouldn’t want me going at all. He’ll be mad I took this upon myself.”

“He’ll get over it.” Kimberly patted the couch. “Come sit down and have a glass of wine to relax.”

“Janelle, you can go at any time,” I said, moving toward Kimberly and the bottle of wine resting on the coffee table.

“I’ll wait until you’re tucked into the cab.” She moved to sit down as well.

I took a sip of my wine with a shaky grip. I wasn’t sure I was up to this.



An hour later, I arrived at a large house in the East Bay. The immaculately landscaped front had a path cutting through it, dotted with ankle-high lights leading up to a grand front door surrounded by pillars. The porch light was on, as were various lights inside the house.

I sucked in a breath through a tight chest as I paid the cab driver. Climbing out of the car, I squeezed my clutch to my stomach, going over the various items inside. My brain constantly went back to the pepper spray.