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stop thinking like that. It was clear that ‘love’ had nothing to do with our arrangement. I agreed to be his submissive. To submit to him sexually. And hell, two hours ago I could barely do that.
    I heard his deep voice filtering through the door and the area between my thighs immediately came alive. Instead of focusing on the fact that I was being given a prime opportunity to take the fast track as far as my career was concerned, I couldn’t think about anything except the things I wanted him to do to my body whenever he was near.
    I kept kicking myself for dragging my feet in his office earlier when I saw that look in his eyes. That look said he wanted to fuck me until I couldn’t even walk straight. To possess me.
    Now I was just biding my time until I got another chance to say yes.
    Snap out of it , I admonished myself. He’s just a guy. A rich, incredibly attractive guy with a sexual appetite that intrigues you, but in the end, he’s just a guy . But there was no explaining away the number he’d done on me. He had me off kilter. Off balance. And it was unacceptable—I had a feeling that I had to be on my A game with Jacob Whitmore.
    “Miss Montgomery?” The haughty voice of the attendant assisting me, Skye, brought me from the ramblings in my head back to the mirror.
    “Yes?” I said, not even bothering to hide my wariness.
    “Do you need any help? Zipping something up, clipping something together if it’s the wrong size?”
    I rolled my eyes at the last bit before I did a twirl. The dress was more beautiful in motion and I wasn’t going to let her ruin this moment for me. After showing several other dresses and dealing with her condescending smirk, I wouldn’t let her ruin this dress too.
    “I’m fine, thanks.”
    Naturally, she took it as a ‘come on in’ and burst into the dressing room.
    "Just making sure everything fits—” The word hung in the air as the door clicked shut behind her and her heavily mascaraed eyes popped from her head. “—perfectly."
    Skye had been making backhanded comments about my figure all day, going on and on about how I filled out every inch. She was the kind of woman that looked at anyone who wasn’t a size 0 like they had a predisposition toward laziness.
    She'd also been making googly eyes at Jacob since we’d walked through the door. It made me angrier than I liked to admit, but I took a measure of comfort in the fact that he seemed completely uninterested. Instead of taking the hint, she just bat her eyelashes even harder. It was obvious she wasn’t convinced of the spell he was under. That he would go for someone like me.
    Well , I thought deliciously as I stood a little taller, until now .
    She cleared her throat and did a slow circuit around me. She was probably searching for some love handle or thread pulled too tight. "The dress is positively lovely on you, Miss Montgomery!"
    I smiled at the compliment that wasn’t really one, choosing to ignore the utter shock she'd bundled it in. "It's definitely my favorite."
    "And rightfully so," she said with a nod. She stepped up behind me, her eyes burning into mine. "How long did you say you've been working for Mr. Whitmore?"
    "I didn't," I replied cryptically.
    “Oh.” She glanced away, nothing cryptic in the way her face scrunched in concern. “I see.”
    I turned to face her, getting the feeling that she had something on her chest. "Not that it’s really any of your business, but I was promoted a few hours ago."
    "And you're already getting the VIP treatment?" The smile on her lips didn't get near her olive eyes. "You must really be...something."
    It was obvious that she meant another word that started with an 's'. Before I could open my mouth to respond, she dropped her volume to a low, confidential level. "If you want a piece of advice, enjoy the perks while they last."
    My nostrils flared as I crossed my arms against my chest, suddenly feeling bare and exposed in spite of my pricey frock. "I don't