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an agreeable person, in case you haven’t noticed.”
    He chuckled. “I’ve noticed. I have a feeling you would enjoy submission more than you might think.”
    You have no idea. “Oh?”
    “Mm.” He crossed his arms over his chest and appraised her. She knew that look well. It was the very same one people used when they were considering her art. Brian studying her that way was strange and very erotic. “You see, I want to own you. I want to be able to use you, fuck you, punish you as I see fit.”
    Oh my god. Her whole body throbbed with desire at his words.
    His gaze was troubled as he raked a hand through his hair. The suave, controlled man she’d come to know suddenly seemed frustrated and uncertain. His icy veneer was beginning to crack.
    “I haven’t exactly handled this with finesse, have I?” he asked with a boyish grin that was completely un-Brian-like.
    She didn’t think he really wanted her to answer that. Her ass was tender enough as it was.
    “You can’t quit. I won’t allow it. Let’s at least finish inventorying the bar. After that, I’d like to take you to get something to eat. We can discuss our arrangement then. In the meantime, I want you to think long and hard about what I’ve said.”
    As if she could do anything else. The very idea of an arrangement with Brian—this warm yet strict, passionate yet frightening Brian who was completely unknown to her—terrified as much as it excited her.
    He walked back behind the bar, glass crunching underfoot. “And clean this up.” He gestured to the remnants of the Connemara on the floor.
    “Yes Sir.”
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    Making her wait for their little talk was a petty pleasure. Brian liked watching her fidget as she brimmed with nervous energy. Her gaze flicked back and forth between him and the half-eaten peach pie she pushed around her plate with her fork. He wasn’t too keen on diner fare, but options were limited at two in the morning. They’d ended up at this greasy spoon, sitting in a quiet booth in the back. The food was decent enough. It was clean and the service was amiable. He didn’t have cause for complaint.
    He watched as she rested her elbow on the table, nibbling on her pinky finger, and had serious trouble keeping the vision of her rosy ass gorgeously framed by those delicate panties out of his mind. Knowing she’d worn something so deliciously feminine beneath her simple, comfortable clothes made him a little crazy. She really had no idea how sexy she was.
    He was as anxious as she appeared to be, maybe even more so. Anticipation caused a hint of adrenaline to course through him. How long had it been since he’d felt this way about negotiating with a sub? He knew very well he was on the verge of something that had the potential to change him, or at least shake up his life. How he’d arrived at this decision, he wasn’t sure. Just yesterday he’d been leading a quiet, mundane existence and today he was about to persuade Genevieve to enter the type of relationship he’d always avoided.
    An old, familiar pain stirred in him, but he buried it before it had the chance to fully resurface. Now was not the time to think of Danielle, his first submissive. The past was behind him, and it served him no purpose to dig it up. “Have you thought about what I mentioned earlier?” He studied her, waiting for her reaction.
    She didn’t miss a beat. “You mean the arrangement you thought you’d bully me into by threatening to fire me?”
    “You have to admit, it had a rather positive effect on your work performance.” The hot little scowl she gave him sent a surge of lust to his cock.
    “Do you get off on irritating me?”
    “Maybe.”
    For as long as he could remember, his desires had held an edge of darkness. He’d been the boy pulling pigtails and pinching the girls he liked, loving the shocked, excited expressions on their faces. He’d just never grown out of it. He was a bit more refined now, and a bit less so, depending on