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I can’t help feeling offended. I’m not going to offer myself up as a woman who will do anything to keep her employment, either.
    I am not a prostitute. Whatever he thought I did for Georgios, it wasn’t that. Never that.
    I cross my arms. “I’m not trying to get a date with you. I don’t want to date you. I just want to keep my job.”
    “This is a job.”
    I recall my earlier conversation with Donetta. It fits right in. Is this what he does? Offers his female employees perk-filled careers if they sleep with him? Because I’m sure that’s where this is headed.
    I’m furious now. “Fine, it’s a job, but not the kind I want. And if you think that I—”
    “Will you just shut up?” He stands and puts his hands on the desk. I take a step back at his sharp tone. I know my mouth is open, but I can’t close it. He’s. A. Jerk.
    “Why were you even involved that night? Why were you there?”
    Memories start to surface, but I squish them. For Nathalie, for freedom, I think, but I don’t respond. It’s my turn to play the silence card. After a moment, he smiles and nods as if conceding to my stubbornness. I know how to play these games, too. His lips go into a grim line as he sits back down.
    “I’m willing to consider today our first meeting, Ms. Lundgren. And I’m even willing to allow you to keep your position. But I need you tonight, and that’s final.”
    I don’t know if I should feel victorious or stepped on. I choose the first.
    “Fine.”
    He takes out his cell and taps around on it. Looking up, he scowls at me and it’s both sexy and insulting.
    “You’re dismissed.” He waves a hand at me and I leave.
    I hate him. I want to kill him.
    After I jump him.

3
    L ike a real life fairy tale , a limousine pulls up outside my apartment complex at exactly nine p.m. It feels a little silly watching out the window, but I do it anyway. Despite not having given Mr. Masters my address, I knew he’d find me.
    It was a given. That’s how these things work, Hollywood taught me that much.
    Curious what he’s driving, I take advantage of my perfect view of the carport below to find out.
    He doesn’t get out of the limo. His driver does and disappears into the entrance. Rushing to the oval mirror in my short entry, I check my appearance for the hundredth time. The turquoise wrap dress I’m wearing hugs my breasts and my waist before it flares over my hips. The color is good with my warm blond hair and makes the green in my eyes pop. Nude heels and a simple heart-shaped pendant necklace finish my outfit. Not too bad, I think, considering I wasn’t sure what to wear.
    The intercom buzzer goes off, pulling me from the mirror. I rush to answer it, hating how my hands shake. It’s not a date. It’s just dinner, a condition of my continued employment. Part of the job. No matter how many times I tell myself this, I can’t stop trembling.
    I answer the intercom, “Yes?”
    “Your car is here Ms. Lundgren.”
    A thrill goes through me. My car. It’s so glamorous—every girl’s dream, right? To be whisked away in a fancy car by a gorgeous man. Disgusted with myself, I reply that I’ll be right down, and grab my clutch off the kitchen counter.
    There’s no room in my life for silliness. A man like Brent Masters is no Prince Charming.
    There’s no such thing as Prince Charming. Hollywood couldn’t get that one by me.
    I mull tonight over as I head downstairs. My nerves get worse as I leave the building and approach the car. The driver opens the door for me and I duck my head to slip in. My breath catches as I get a first glimpse of Mr. Masters, and I realize that I don’t want a prince when a devil would be so much more fun.
    Settling into the seat next to him, I can’t quite even out my breathing. Devilish he is , decked out in a suit the color of coal with a white button-down beneath. Even sitting, I can tell his outfit is bespoke and my mind goes nuts with longing to see him unfold that tall, muscular