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teasing her with a trail
of breadcrumbs that will eventually lead her to her final destination. “Things
you will and won’t do.”
    “I can’t imagine there’s much I wouldn’t do.”
    God, she sounds like a fucking college graduate at a job
interview.
    “Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear.” My mouth
hardens. “That’s the last thing you should ever do around me, Miss Miller.”
    Her eyes snap toward the desk where my hands are clasped
hard, my thumb grazing over the curve of my opposite hand. My patience wears
thinner by the minute, and if we could fast-forward a bit, I’d be yanking those
pearls from around her neck and pressing her against the wall, two seconds from
claiming every inch of her nubile body as my own.
    But seeing as how she has absolutely no idea what she’s
agreed to, taking her pretty pink mouth right now would completely disrupt our
dynamic.
    “Absolutely.” An agreeable smile accompanies her
affirmation.
    Bellamy is different. The subtle dominance I’ve injected
into our light conversation doesn’t seem to have an effect on her. She’s immune
to it. They say if you watch too much violence on T.V. or in the movies, little
by little it doesn’t affect you as much.
    That’s how she is.
    Another man has already dominated her.
    Another man has owned her.
    A heat sears through my body from head to toe at the thought
of her kneeling before another master. I knew from the moment I saw her, Bellamy’s
milky white flesh belonged in my grip.
    I wanted to be the one to break her in, to own every inch of
her succulent physique.
    “I spoke to Randy Mutchler this morning,” I said, my
impatience searing through me hot and uncontrollable. My fists clench, fighting
the urge to bend her over my knee and teach her not to lie to me again.
    A white pallor fills her cheeks. “Oh. Y-yes?”
    There we go. She’s stammering. I’m cracking her like the
thin sheet of ice that wraps around her underhanded intentions.
    “He’d never heard of you.”
    Her brows arch before they furrow.
    Still, she says nothing.
    “Isn’t that odd?” I scratch the spot just above my right
brow. “He offered you a very important job with secret terms, but he’d never heard
of you before.”
    Silence.
    “You understand that back at the bar, when I offered you
this position, you had ascertained that you’d just been hired by Randy Mutchler as his concierge.” My arms fold. “Do you know what
a concierge does?”
    “They’re like a personal assistant.”
    “Yes, Bellamy. That would be the standard definition of a
concierge.” I drag in a breath and cock my head. “But if you knew Randy Mutchler , and if you ran in our circles, you’d know that
the kinds of concierges we hire are sexually submissive in nature.”
    Her lips purse as she stares in her lap at her fidgeting
hands.
    “I don’t know how you know Randy or why on earth you would
lie about something like that.”
    She brushes hair from her face, running her teeth across her
lower lip. Her eyes drag slowly until they fall into mine. “You want the
truth?”
      “Only if it’s
the actual truth. Don’t tell me another lie to cover up the ones you’ve already
spoken.”
    I lean back, thinking about how perfect my hand would look
clenched under the soft spot of her jaw, her mouth pressed open just enough
that I could steal a ghost of a kiss from those fuckable lips.
    I’ve never been so sexually aroused by a woman who’s found a
way to crawl under my skin and check off a whole host of my personal red flags.
    Her silence concerns me.
    “I haven’t got all day, Bellamy.” I tug my sleeve up and
check the time once more. This woman has wasted a half hour of my morning, and
I still haven’t prepped for my nine o’clock conference call with New York.
“Fine. I can ask questions. I’ll extract this information from you the best way
I know how.”
    Bellamy’s hand drags down her pencil skirt and then hooks on
her crossed knee. “I am a