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Harlow thought about waiting until Maze sat down and then sitting on both of them, but the aim was to give Ryske dominance. To underline his point—if he had one—about his power with women, and maybe to irk Ophelia too, Harlow stepped over Ryske’s foot and sank down onto the floor between his legs.
“Now that we’re all sitting comfortably…” Ryske said.
Picking up the ends of her hair with splayed fingers, he spread it on his thigh. Coiling her arms around his lower leg, Harlow rested her head against the inside of his thigh while he continued to stroke her.
“We have a lot to talk about,” Ophelia said.
“Not so much,” Ryske said. “Parratt, Yarker, you got the product en route?”
“Uh… yes,” Yarker said.
Parratt was only just beginning to shake off his shock. “You… you slept with my daug
