“Most of the time,” Astrid said. She gave me a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek before letting me go, telling me to let her know if anything significant developed with my ‘little problem.’ And then she returned to the two caddies. I have what they all want, and they’re willing to overlook my actions as long as I give them enough of it.”
“Money,” I said. Being so close to having her and letting her slip through my fingers hurt… a lot. Tyler isn’t doing whatever you’re doing with all these women. “I’m not interested in Carla Tanaka.”
“Probably for the best. She giggled. Astrid took a sip of her coffee. The SUV lurched in motion toward my apartment, where my chopper was being prepped for the golf course. My submissive’s face had more kiss marks left all over it, and another one was placed squarely on the center of the red ball gag stuffed in Bobbi’s mouth. She’d just picked the bowl back up and had started pouring again, wordlessly looking over her shoulder at me with an arched eyebrow and a closed-lip smile.
