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long strides, my gaze lingering on his ass as he moved. Once the doors of the elevator closed, I let my guard down and sunk into the large, wing backed chair in the lobby. I realized that I was playing a game: acting as if I only wanted to be around him for the story I was going to write, when in reality, I wanted to get to know more about Gauge.
     
     

Chapter Five:
Outsmarting the Hunter
     
    Hunter Martinez knocking on my door. I was excited to dive into this interview. Probing his mind would be a joy because of his forthright nature. It was a journalist’s dream, just as a neuroscientist would love probing into the brilliant mind of Albert Einstein. I’d requested my room for the interview because I wanted to ensure we had some privacy. I could control that here more than I could in his room.
    With recorder on, I sat down on the couch, legs crossed and leaned back, too ready to have a conversation with this guy. I felt like he was more of a joke than he was a compelling interviewee, but if I did my job right, I’d uncover more.
    “Now I expect to be taken seriously. Don’t try to take my clothes off unless you take your clothes off first,” he said to me, sitting down and leaning back on the couch in my suite, legs wide open giving me a panoramic of his crotch. His jeans were so tight that I chuckled, thinking that they were his natural birth control.
    “I don’t think you have to worry; I like my men to leave a bit more to the imagination,” I said, staring right at his crotch. That was what he wanted, right?
    “You seem to get a real high off being bold and making people awkward. Always been that way?”
    “Never have shied away from getting what I want; going for what I want to do.”
    “Seems like an odd friendship, you and Gauge and Simon, when you put it that way. What made you all able to stand each other?”
    “I wasn’t always friendly with those two; my upbringing was a bit rougher than theirs.”
    “How’d you get to be friends, then?”
    “Well, I had a choice to make. Either apologize to Simon for smacking him alongside the head during recess in fourth grade, or else be suspended for two days. Didn’t want to be at home with my old man for two days. Went with the apology instead.”
    “Not a good home life?”
    “Not really, but it taught me a lot.”
    “What’s that?”
    “If you don’t speak up for what you want, nobody’s going to just hand it over.”
    “Is that why you’re so vocal now?”
    “It works for me.”
    “Even when you get yourself into a situation like you did in Prague after the comments about the video.”
    “Ah, the video,” he said. He smiled at me, and I could see that he loved thinking about that video. I’d watched it for research, racking up one of about 800,000 hits, and it was absolutely freaky. He was with two women and they were getting their groove on. One was Asian and had a remarkable similarity to Trinity, and the other was a tall, leggy redhead. She didn’t bother to hide the fact that she was a natural redhead—top to bottom. The rest of it was a blur of spanking, commands, a whip, and some gadget that looked like it was from a sci-fi film.
    “You didn’t regret saying, ‘those girls taught me more about biology than old Mrs. Cranz did in high school’?”
    “No, it’s true.”
    “Your teacher wasn’t too pleased.”
    “That’s because she’s my mom’s friend. It gave her the lucrative fifteen minutes of fame.”
    “So you were helping her fulfill a wish, too?” I asked this with a very sarcastic tone, and Hunter soaked it up. He nodded. It was time to change my approach.
    “Did your dad abuse you?”
    The smile left his face and he stared at me for a moment. When he finally spoke, he said, “He was known to knock me around a bit.”
    “How about verbally?”
    “I’ve yet to meet a bastard who abuses someone physically and not emotionally, too.”
    “You’d said he taught you a lot. Tell me where those lessons led you,