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liar. I lied to you. There’s no other way to put it.
I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
    Her mouth parts once more, as if she’s going to speak, but
she hesitates. Instead, she rises, gathering her things and turning to leave.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve met her at the door, slamming my open
palm against it before she has a chance to escape.
    And that’s what it is really.
    She’s escaping.
    Escaping her consequences.
    “You can’t just offer a quick apology and dash out the door,
Bellamy.”
    I startle her, forcing her to take a step back as she
clutches her bag across her chest. I fully expect to find fear in her angelic face.
Instead, the slight flare of her nostrils and her refusal to look me in the eye
suggest she’s packed full of an impressive amount of ire.
    “What are you doing?” Her eyes give in, daring to meet mine.
    She doesn’t fight or struggle. She doesn’t try to pull away
from me, grab the door handle, or run down the hall like she’s just escaped a
serial killer.
    Instead, she stills in a solemn silence.
    “You’ve been taught to obey, haven’t you?” I ask. “Or is it
a natural obedience?”
    Standing this close, I see how clear her eyes are. They’re colorless
yet bright, crystalline with a touch of sky blue.
    “I’m a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for
a reason, Bellamy. It’s not often that I dole out second chances. In fact, it’s
quite rare. But I’m willing to give you one more chance because for some
reason, I find you completely infuriating and fascinating and a dynamic like
that could make for a satisfying partnership. Have you any interest in becoming
my sexual submissive?”
    She swallows audibly yet holds her head high like she’s
still deciding if I terrify her or turn her on. I don’t want her to be afraid
of me. I don’t get off on the fear. I want her respect. I want her submission.
I want her to give herself, all of herself, to me.
    “ I need a job .” Her
admission comes via gritted teeth and a set jaw.
    “Do you understand what you’re agreeing to, Bellamy? You’re
not going to be some secretary. You won’t be filing paperwork or returning
phone calls.” My hand meets her jaw, running the pads of my fingers along her
baby soft skin. “Your official title will be concierge, but your primary duties
will be sexual in nature. For all intents and purposes, you’ll be a hybrid
employee.”
    “Hybrid?”
    “I’ll use you professionally…and personally.” My stance widens,
as my hand drops down her goose-bumped skin. “And my offer still stands. Twenty
grand per month because this position can be intense, demanding.”
    Her gaze drops to my feet, and she wears the expression of a
woman contemplating the selling price of her soul.
    “I’m going to push your limits, Bellamy. I might make you
uncomfortable, or I might give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known. That
part is up to you.” I reach for her chin, tilting her face up until our eyes
meet again. “I’m a complicated man who prefers all other facets of his life to
be… uncomplicated . This is my release. You will be my release.”
    She pulls in a slow drag of a breath.
    “Are you a virgin, Bellamy?”
    “That’s a personal question.” Her response comes without
pause.
    “It’s a relevant question, and your job offer is contingent
upon the answer.”
    “No.”
    “No, what?”
    Her arms cross tight along her chest. “No, I’m not a
virgin.”
    “Well, then, I think you’ll do just fine here. After all, it’s just sex.”
    Her face tilts slightly, just enough that the sun peeking in
from the clouds outside my window illuminate the delicate angles of her face. Goddamn,
she’s beautiful. Obstinate as hell but exquisite in every
other way.
    I envy the man who enjoyed her first.
    “Fine,” she says. “I’ll accept the position.”
    A slow, half-smile claims my lips. Getting what I want never
gets old.
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