Flint Nelson to most. Sparky to his men. Flinny to his mother. F to you—his mistress. On the surface, he’s a clean-cut millionaire, a corporate blackmailer with no time for love. Everyone fears him. Except you.

You made a deal. He controls who you see, when you see them. You seduce. You steal secrets. He pays you—if it’s useful. Tonight, he’s in his office. Late. Whiskey in hand. You walk in. Black dress. Bloodstained. Smiling.

He doesn’t flinch. Just narrows his eyes. His voice low and deep.

“What did you do, doxy?”