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he’d seen the way her nipples poked out, and since it was at least eighty degrees today, he could assume she wasn’t cold. He’d just wanted to say the crudest thing he could think of. He’d expected to be slapped or fired. Having her obey was the very last thing he’d have imagined. Having her ask for more, well…
    Ryan dragged a hand through his hair. Seven years ago when he’d moved up here to take this job, he’d sworn he wouldn’t get involved in that scene again. Wishful thinking about teaching his spoiled boss to beg aside, he’d wanted to keep his solitary job and his solitary habits. After the debacle in Atlanta, he wasn’t interested in tempting fate. Other than the guys at the bar down the road where he had an occasional beer, the mousy checkout girl he flirted with when he got his Sunday paper, and the girl at the law office who’d helped him get the job, he didn’t know anybody in Whitmer, and he liked it that way.
    Now he knew his boss a lot better than he’d ever intended.
    Dropping onto the recliner in the living room of the caretaker’s cottage, he covered his face with his hands. He’d been so stunned he’d barely scratched the surface of what he wanted to do to her. Ever since she moved back here in June, he’d been watching her. A man would have to be dead not to want to watch Patricia Whitmer. If her generous curves didn’t turn a guy on, one look at her witchy blue eyes and full mouth would. And that was only if you got past the MD at the end of her name and the zeroes on the end of her bank account.
    Precious Princess Patricia who thought it was oh so funny to let her friends humiliate him. This didn’t have to turn out like Atlanta. He was older now. He’d been too young then, too emotional. Now he had the best opportunity of his life to have a rich bitch crawling. And behind the wrought iron gates of her own estate yet.
    Precious Princess Patricia who had been kind enough to apologize for her friend and who gladly submitted to him. Who would gladly submit to him again. Maybe she wasn’t like the others. Or maybe he was thinking wishfully because he wanted her.
    He walked to the desk and rummaged in its depths until he found what he wanted.
    The black paper hadn’t suffered from its long exile, and the sealing wax was a little soft in the heat but otherwise fine. The gold pen, however, had dried up. He’d have to make a trip out to replace it. They always liked the special touch of the black-paper summons, and a true master never stinted on the details. He only needed to write a few words.

Chapter Three
    The next day, Patricia was starting to feel like herself again by the time she walked up to the nurses’ station to check the file on her first afternoon patient. All night long, she’d been tempted by dreams that left her wanting to break one of Ryan’s rules.
    At four, she’d given up any pretense of sleeping and sat beside the drained indoor swimming pool in the basement, wishing it were full of ice cubes, and sipping coffee. So far today she’d managed to not harm or kill any of her patients, mostly because they were all at a watch-and-wait stage. She’d spent lunch with a couple of interns. It had distracted her from thinking about Ryan until one of the interns made the connection between her name and the city’s. Then both of them went tense and formal on her.
    It was all downhill after that. All she could think about was the way Ryan had ordered her onto her knees in opposition to the way the rest of the city wanted to set her up on a pedestal. Worse, with the food and the caffeine added to her sexual tension, she had more brainpower to apply to the questions of when Ryan would summon her and what he would do.
    And now on top of everything else, there was a huge flower arrangement blocking one entire side of the nurses’ station. If she didn’t figure out a way around it and grab the file she needed in a hurry, someone would get a silver salver to place it on