Chapter 39
Sasha stormed up the staircase, her fists clenched and her jaw tight. The wound on her thigh pulsed with a dull throb, but it was nothing compared to the storm building inside her. She wasn’t sure what pissed her off more—losing to Petra, or the fact that part of her liked seeing her again. In the lobby, Calvin popped the last chip in his mouth and dusted his hands off. “Come on,” he said to Petra and Gary. “Let’s see what our nuclear blonde can do about digging up dirt on Damian Cross.” Petra cracked her knuckles, her grin wide. “Lead the way.” Upstairs, Quinn found Sasha in one of the many guest bathrooms. The door was cracked open. He stepped closer, and the breath hitched in his throat. She had one leg propped up on the edge of the tub, her pants discarded on the floor beside her.
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