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towels on the floor reminded him of the events from last night.
    He turned on the water and stepped in the shower, letting the warm water run across his body. He closed his eyes, recalling how Tori sucked his cock into her delicious mouth. Jack shampooed his hair, trying hard not to think of her tongue twisting around his shaft, or how she’d dragged the tip along his length and then closed her mouth on it.
    He rinsed his hair and soaped his body. He’d tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her, keeping up her pace. His cum spurted in her mouth and she’d licked him clean. Just thinking of it made him hard again. His hand lingered on his cock, his soapy fingers closing around it, stroking it, bringing his body release.
    Last night was supposed to have been, to settle the score. He’d imagined after they finally fucked their brains out, he’d be satisfied. He’d hoped to have closure on his life’s most embarrassing moment, except it didn’t work out that way. Jack wasn’t done with her yet. There were too many ways he wanted to have her first.
    He shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Jack stood in front of the mirror as he draped a towel around his waist. Propping his hands on the aqua-green glass countertop, he leaned forward and stared at his reflection. Seeing the truth in his eyes was the worst thing that could happen to him.
    Dear God, Tori did it again. She’d thoroughly fucked him. No doubt.
    How could he have not seen it? He’d been so into her, he forgot his own words. He’d been such an idiot, falling prey to his own supposed one-time affair. Closing his eyes, Jack let out a long breath. He walked out of the bathroom and went in search of his phone.
    He paced in his bedroom, pressing the numbers on his keypad. “Chris?”
    “Yes, Jack. Have you called your lawyer yet?” Chris asked.
    “We had a deal. Tell me where I can find her and I’ll call my lawyer.” He’d find her, and when he did, Tori would be sorry she tried to outsmart him. Yet again.

Chapter Nine

    It’d taken a month of arm twisting between Jack and his lawyer before Chris caved in and gave him Tori’s information. After all these years of not caring what the hell had happened to her, he never imagined his worst nightmare worked a few blocks away.
    Jack got off the elevator on the eighteenth floor and headed straight to the floor-to-ceiling glass doors of the magazine Tori worked at. As he’d expected, the receptionist wouldn’t let him past the desk. If he wanted to see Miss Victoria Michaels, he’d have to make an appointment, the same way as everyone else. No exceptions.
    He wasn’t making an appointment. Hell no. He’d come to see her even if it meant he’d have to camp out in the reception area. Jack exhaled, turning around. A slow grin formed on his face when he locked his gaze with Tori.
    “Jack,” she said, halting midstride.
    He advanced on her, studying her from head to toe, taking in how perfect her short, sculpted, white-and-gray dress highlighted every one of her curves. “Victoria.”
    She straightened her back, dragging her gaze around the room. “What are you doing here?”
    “I came looking for you,” Jack said in a low voice.
    Tori took two steps toward him. “Why? Did you forget our agreement?”
    “I bet you didn’t think I’d figure out what you tried to do.”
    Her lips twitched into a sly smile. “It took you long enough to find me, which begs the question: how did you?”
    He shoved his hands in his pockets, fighting the impulse to set her hair free from the french twist holding it up. Jack imagined curling his fingers around her nape and kissing her right there and then. “It doesn’t matter how I did. What matters is I’m here to call you on your bluff.”
    She crossed her arms. “Listen, Jack. I don’t have time for this. Great. You found me out. I never thought I’d ever say this… you were right. We—” Tori gestured between them, “—will never have an even