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he picked it up and held it out to her. "Extortion
    is illegal, Lisa."

    Anger flashed across her face, making her ugly for a moment until she got
    her control back. She picked up the envelope, opened it and held up the
    photos for him, one by one. "Do you see this? I married this. I worked as a
    cosmetics saleswoman at a retail outlet for fifteen years while this sat at
    home and played with his paints and made pretty pictures. Now that those
    pictures have made him worth millions, he thinks he can just dump me. No.
    Fucking. Way."

    Karl stared at the photos she'd flashed, and swallowed a curse. Several
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    curses. He recognized the scene, if not the players. "Who took those?"

    "I hired someone."

    "Who?"

    A calculating gleam in her eyes, she gathered the photos together and slid
    them back into the envelope. "I'll tell you when I get my first alimony check."

    "I'm not giving him that demand," Karl stated. "But I will schedule another meeting. If you need to talk to your husband, I suggest you do it before then."

    He stood and walked her to the door of his office, assuring her he'd let her
    know when the next negotiation was scheduled. He wanted her there for that
    one.

    Why he was surprised it was going to come down to this he didn't know. Yes,
    women were vicious, and Lisa Pollock was determined to get more than
    even with her husband.

    Man, he couldn't wait to get on his bike and leave this crap behind for a few
    days. He needed time to figure out what to do about those photos.

    * * *

    L ara went to bed on Friday night happy with her night's take at the pool
    tables. There hadn't been any real challengers, just some college jocks
    eager to believe a woman could never beat them at pool. She hadn't even
    had to hustle them and after the first few games she'd felt sorry for them.

    "All right, guys," she'd said when one of them started to rack for another
    game when she'd already taken over two hundred bucks from the group.
    She'd played each of the four of them, and none had even come close to
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    winning. "I'm strictly in this for the money, so why don't you go have a few
    beers and give someone else a chance to pay my rent?"

    She'd been trying to save them from complete humiliation, but they'd taken
    that as an insult, and wanted to play double or nothing.

    She wasn't a complete idiot. If they wanted to throw their money at her, she
    was going to take it. Because they'd been so eager, she'd hit her goal of five
    hundred dollars in just over three hours and was home and in bed hours
    before normal.

    Which gave her time to think about Karl's homework assignment.

    Her ultimate fantasy had always been sex with a stranger. But she'd lived
    that out many times in her life already. It was easy to tell herself she enjoyed
    sex with strangers because she didn't want to get close to anyone, being
    close to people only invited them to hurt you—or worse yet, to be indifferent
    to you.

    In all honesty, she knew she enjoyed the sex with strangers because she
    didn't care if they liked her or not, which made it easy for her to not care if
    they got off. And not caring whether they got off or not made it easy to get
    what she really wanted, what she really needed, to get off. She could tell
    them to focus on her clit, to pinch her nipples harder, to not stop.

    It was one of the reasons she really didn't expect letting Karl have control to
    be so good. Normally, if she didn't tell a man what she wanted and how she
    wanted it, she didn't get it. And here Karl was asking her to tell him what she wanted.

    Not in person, but in an even more interesting way.

    When she thought of it like that, the homework assignment took on a whole
    new meaning.

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    Lara got out of bed and went to get her laptop. She was going to do this now.
    She wasn't going to tell him her wildest fantasies yet, but she would tell him
    what she really wanted.

    She pulled the laptop closer and started