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not have a problem producing and promoting your sweet arse to the hilt of my ability. So don’t question my morals or ethics, given that I’ve promised to step back from crossing that incredibly arousing line. Truthfully, I’m sorely tempted to rip off that towel and lick you until you scream for my cock. And, baby, I know you want me to. Nothing’s changed since this morning except we entered into a professional agreement that I fully intend on keeping. Grow up, Alana. We had sex, not a lifetime commitment. A wild, one-night stand.”
    “I’m not the one with the reputation,” she snapped.
    “You asked me last night whether I had sex with my clients. Quid pro quo, since you’re so inquisitive. You haven’t had a one-nighter before?”
    A blaze of heat worked up her neck and colored her vision blood red. Jon towered above her while his scent enfolded her, and the hardness in his voice, fingers, and body taunted her to do more than stare mutely. All she could muster was a soft, “That’s not the same.”
    “How convenient for you. Now look who’s crafting their own rules to live by. Get dressed. The car is ready. We’ve a crew setting up this morning, and if you don’t get a move on, you will be late for your first appointment, holding up production, and that does affect your band’s bottom line.” Jon’s heated gaze flared up and down the front of her. “I expect you, Ms. St. James, to act like a professional . This isn’t about my out-of-control dick being fascinated with you. Perhaps you’d better reframe how all of this is going to work in that gorgeous head of yours. Me cajoling and begging isn’t in the cards. Am I coming across crystal-fucking-clear?”
    She inhaled her anger. Red-hot words collected within her mouth and were caught on the tip of her tongue as though snagged by a fish hook. “Yes. Let me go and I might make this shoot on time, Mr. Lansing.”
    “Right. No need to ask twice. There. No more excuses and no more conversation, just get dressed so we can get the hell out of here and get past the history of the bedroom.” He unhanded her so rapidly that she stumbled backward, clutching the bag closer to her chest. The sound of the paper crunching filled the room where they stood, staring at one another. Her heart clattered loudly in the void. He nodded stiffly, and then turned around.
    Alana’s body trembled, not so much from anger as from the sensation of being so close to Jon, and almost hurling herself against his body in a desperate hunger, a forceful driving need, to shut him up. She wanted to tell him so many things that had nothing to do with her career.
    The act of flinging the bag required no thought. She just did it. Watching the bag impact his shoulder, she had immediate misgivings as he glanced back at her with a thunderous expression. Jon looked at the bag lying on the carpet and back up at her, a muscle twitching in his jaw.
    “I don’t appreciate being told when to speak and when to get dressed,” she yelled.
    “Really,” he said, dangerously eyeing her from head to toe. “So, there’s something you want to say. My dear Ms. St. James, did I cut you short?” He bent over and calmly retrieved the bag, collecting the few items that had spilled. In closing the distance between them, he didn’t walk, he menaced with full predator focus. The hairs all over her body rose, skin tingling from the double shot of adrenaline firing through her veins.
    “Say what you mean, Jon. For once. It would be refreshing.”
    Inches from her, he tossed the bag onto the chair next to him. He moved and caught her by the waist, effortlessly hoisting her up and over his shoulder. He crossed the room and tossed her down onto the bed, landing right next to her. Jon grabbed and yanked her wrists over her head. “I forgot. Sometimes I lose my head and my manners. What exactly did you need to add to the conversation?”
    The weight of his body blanketed her belly and chest. Inches separated