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"I was just going to wake you," Sanders said, noticing his approach

"I’ hi," Tate teased hiht"

"Poor baby"

"Shut the fuck up"

"Ooohhh," she al to be extra fun today, aren’t you?"

"Piss me off more than I already am, Tate, and I’ll show you how ’fun’ I can be," he warned her

She kept her mouth shut, but she smiled to herself as she sipped her coffee

"If you are ready," Sanders spoke up, "we could head to the apartladly It was hard to be around Tate, sometimes too hard He wanted to slip in to old roles, old habits She wouldn’t let hirabbed jackets and other necessities, he and Sanders headed off the boat Not ato reveal a bikini, and Jary wolf He was about to follow her up to the top deck, where he would continue her efforts and help her take off the bikini, preferably with his teeth, but Sanders coughed loudly, dragging his attention away

"May I ask what happened last night?" Sanders asked, his voice casual as they walked to the Rolls-Royce Well, casual for Sanders

"No," Jaot behind the wheel

"Shethe car out of its spot and heading into traffic

"No threesome, sorry to say"

"You tried?"

"Jesus christ, Sanders, are you a girl now? What’s with the gossip? No, I did not try to orchestrate a threesome If I wanted one, I would have one Tate laid out a dare I called her bluff I wouldn’t have slept with that woman, and I knew Tate would stop it That’s it Nonoise, but didn’t say anything else

At the aparter No one was to be allowed into his apartment, or even onto his floor Only hih with the way things had been going, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d ever get a chance to bring her there The ized profusely for thean entirely new security teaenerally known that she and Jaain

Jameson warned him that it had better not

He wasn’t ready to deal with Tate quite yet, so he took Sanders to lunch at an outdoor cafe It had been a long time since it had been just the two of them Since well before Tate had entered the picture It was quiet Peaceful Nice Ja a little restored He sat back in his chair, just people watching, while Sanders finished his salad

"Sir," Sanders’ voice interrupted his thoughts