Page 204 of Dirty Bad Box Set (Book 1-3)

“Let’s talk about fucking...” I purred. “What would you do to me... if you were here right now?”

“Last two digits...” he said. “…and I’ll show you.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I should hang up. Return to the script. Wait until the twenty-minute automatic cut-off and log out of my shift. I should report it too, report him… block him from my client list…

“You’ve given me the others... don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing... you want this to be real as much as I do...”

“I... um... I’m not who you think I am…”

“Lucy, whatever your name really is... tell me those two digits, or I swear to God I’ll try all ninety-nine combinations until I reach you, and I don’t give a fuck how many people I wake up at three a.m. to do it.”

“Jason... I...”

“Last two digits...”

My stomach lurched.

I looked at the screen again.Sheena RS135 - away.

Away. Away. Away.

“I know it’s real for you. I’ve called enough of these shitty lines over the years to know... you really want this... you want me... I can give it to you, real life, every fantasy we spoke about... all of it... I can set it up...”

“I... I can’t...”

“Last two digits.”

My chest fluttered, fighting the truth in his words.

Yes, I really want this. Yes, I really want him. I don’t even know his name, and I want him. I’ve wanted him for months, just from his voice, his laugh, his words... I want him to fuck me, just like we talk about. I want him to watch other people fuck me, too. Lots of other people…

“I shouldn’t...”

“Two digits, Lucy, otherwise I’m starting at zero-zero and working my way up until I find you.”

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I took a breath.

This was crazy. Really. Fucking. Crazy.

“Zero seven,” I said. “The last two digits are zero seven.”

The line went dead in a heartbeat.

And my mobile started up.

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Chapter One

Gemma