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working until three in the morning.
    This morning I don’t have that distraction and I’m tired, too tired to think rationally, to process the emotions churning inside me.
    “Will you be finishing this search sometime today?” I ask the security guard. The metal table in front of me is littered with the contents of my backpack. One of my screens has been scratched beyond repair.
    “You should treat me with respect, Miss Trent.” Jerome’s slimy gaze sweeps my body, lingering on my breasts.
    “Or what?” I mumble. “You’ll make my life more miserable than it already is? That’s not possible.”
    “Isn’t it?” The security guard peels the top off my plastic lunch container. “What’s this?” He sniffs. “It smells like drugs.”
    Great. Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse, the rent-a-cop finds a new way to torture me.
    Jerome licks his index finger and holds it up, his skin gleaming with his saliva. He then sticks his grubby finger into my yellow chicken curry and swirls it around, thoroughly contaminating my lunch.
    “Nope, it’s not drugs.” He closes the container and hands my lunch to me. “You’re free to go, Miss Trent.” Jerome smirks. He folds his arms in front of his big belly and watches as I reassemble my bag, making no attempt to help me.
    I sling the straps of my backpack over one of my shoulders and trudge toward the elevators, my mood as dark as my suit. My depression is silly. Our relationship, arrangement, whatever Nate and I have, was destined to end. I knew this.
    The doors open. My indifferent executive stands in his usual corner, wearing his usual black suit, white shirt, black tie. He gazes at me blankly, his pale gray eyes revealing nothing, his emotions closed to me.
    “Miss Trent.” He offers me his normal greeting, the greeting he’s given me for months, acting as though yesterday hadn’t happened, as though nothing has changed.
    I want him more than life and he doesn’t care. At all.
    “Nate.” I stomp into the elevator and slap my palm against the button for the fifth floor. The doors close and the car jerks into motion.
    He says nothing, his expression cold and withdrawn, untouchable.
    “Bastard.” I turn my back toward him and watch the red digital numbers change.
    “Pardon?”
    “You heard me.” I tap my shoes against the tile, refusing to look at him. “I greet my enemies with more warmth than you greeted me. You came in my hand, lover boy. I held your cock, heard your groans, smelled your musk.”
    “What do you expect from me?” Nate asks quietly. I glance over my shoulder, see the confusion in his eyes.
    I shake my head, not buying his act. “I expect you to make an appointment if you say you’ll make an appointment. If you don’t want me anymore I expect you to be a man and tell me.”
    “I want you.”
    Nate wants me. I should tell him to take a long walk off a short pier. I can’t. Damn him. I burn for his touch, hunger for his lips, want him with every inch of my being. “Then make another freakin’ appointment.”
    “I want you now.” He strides forward, waves his passcard over the control-panel sensor, and taps the emergency stop button. The elevator stops. “I can’t wait to have you.”
    He has some nerve. I pivot on my heel. “Go to—”
    Nate covers my moving lips with his, smothering my curse. My backpack drops to the tiled floor, the thud loud in the silence, and I slam my mouth shut, refusing him access for one heartbeat, clinging to my pride.
    My token resistance doesn’t dissuade Nate. He jabs his tongue into the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, bombarding me with a steady persistent assault.
    No match for his determination, my emotional walls crumble and I open to him, allowing him inside me. Nate ravishes my mouth with his tongue, thrusting into me again and again, punishing me for my denial. He tastes of the mints he constantly chews, breathtakingly fresh, and I suck on his flesh, grasping his broad