CHAPTER 11: PETER PRICK

M.I.K.E.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Miller, this is Dionnah Delaney from Delaney Designs. I am calling to confirm our meeting next Tuesday. Looking forward to doing business with you." Dionnah sat at her desk making business calls, trying to get that hot piece of work out of her head. She couldn't stand their heated encounters but yet, she secretly desired them. The adrenaline rush and the heat he emitted when he got deeply agitated made Dionnah more turned on than ever. Maybe she was a little crazy, she thought. This behaviour was a little toxic. “Hmm," she hummed attentively while she listened to her potential client on the other end of the receiver.

M.I.K.E.Y.

“Yes, Mrs. Miller, we do offer top-notch service and I guarantee satisfaction, if not, you get 50 percent of your money back."

M.I.C.H.A.E.L.

“I hope so, too. Thank you for considering Delaney Designs. Have a lovely day," Dionnah chimed in her best customer service voice as she ended the call. She wanted to ensure she gave nothi