Which, now that I think about it... that’s fucking hot.
Holy shit.
Fuck.
Let's not unpack that.
I spot her disappearing down one of the side hallways.
A minute later, some slimy prick in an expensive suit follows.
I don't much like it.
And when I recognize him?
I like it even less.
Joel Jonas.
Town council.
Major donor.
Connected.
The kind of rich prick who thinks money makes him charming.
Something about it bothers me.
Maybe it's instinct.
Maybe it's experience.
Either way, I follow.
Good thing I do.
Because the second I round the corner, I see her.
Cornered.
Pressed against a bank of lockers.
Joel Jonas leaning way too close.
One hand on her waist.
The other braced beside her head.
Blocking her in.
My vision goes red.
“I said stop it, Mr. Jonas!”
Mary shoves at him.
Hard.