Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. Sex I wasn’t one to let other people decide my life. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. I thought I had asked her out, that I was the clever one, when the whole time it was Candy working me. “Take a shower, eat, drink, whatever. I needed that. “You’ve got your cock,” Candy said, with a glance down between us. She was silent. I was certain of it now. It was almost as if she were trying to decide if I were trustworthy. “Gail.”
I waited. She was dead serious. I needed that. Finally, she looked past me to the rest of my place, her eyes lingering on something. Candy withdrew her stiletto. I swallowed and then coughed just a little. I blinked. I didn’t have to act. Like her stiletto. She was silent. “And then you and I are going to talk about the people you know.”
There was no question that she was in control and very used to that position.
