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    “You want to take orders?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “I am.”
    “Be damn sure, Evie James. You’re playing a pretty heavy game with a stranger.”
    She lifted a bare shoulder, the slim strap of her dress shifting with the motion. “Will you make me regret it?”
    “No,” he said. “I’m going to make you scream.”
    “Then I’m not worried.”
    “That’s good. Worried isn’t how I want you.”
    “How do you want me?” she asked, pausing at the bedroom door, turning partially, her fiery hair sliding over her shoulder and shimmering like a flame.
    “I haven’t decided yet. I might want you on top. Or, I might bend you over the bed so I can look at that pretty ass of yours. Watch my cock thrusting inside you. That’s an option.”
    Her eyes went wide again and he felt, in that moment, a little guilty. Because she seemed innocent in a strange way, and he almost felt like he was corrupting her.
    Still, better him than some idiot from a bar who would take advantage of what she offered without giving anything in return. Or worse, some animal who would hurt her the moment they were alone.
    That thought didn’t erase the guilt. But it was okay. He sort of liked the guilt. A novelty in many ways since shame was something he’d become numb to a long time ago. Deep emotion in general had been ripped from him on a sunny day ten years ago.
    That it had been sunny made it particularly shocking. Because it was always sunny in Southern California. Because it was a day that looked like every other day, but it had changed everything.
    He shook off those thoughts. Those memories didn’t belong here. They didn’t belong anywhere.
    This was a fantasy. And in his fantasies, that day didn’t exist.
    She opened his bedroom door and went inside and he followed her, closing the door behind them. He didn’t have to close it. He didn’t have a family member who might show up. No roommate. There wasn’t even a cat. But he liked the idea of closing them in. Of drawing a hard line between themselves and the world.
    He looked at the bed, the black headboard the perfect height for a lot of different purposes. A reason he’d chosen it. No self-respecting playboy bought a bed that didn’t serve multiple purposes.
    But there was one thing he’d never used it for before.
    “I could always tie you to the bed,” he said, gripping the knot on his tie and loosening it until it came free. “Then I could do whatever I wanted with you.”
    He slid his tie through his hands, the silk heavy and cool against his skin. It would be soft on her wrists. And it would hold her tight.
    There was something intoxicating about the thought of total control, and dammit, he’d never considered himself that kind of guy before.
    But life was a big mess. A giant, uncontrollable beast that moved forward with the force of a freight train, whether you wanted it to or not. Which was why all you could really do was your best to have as much fun as possible until it ate you.
    Except right in this moment, time seemed to be slower. And here in his room, he felt like he might be able to master it.
    Or at least master something.
    “I think that’s what I want,” he said. “You. Tied up for me. Naked. Take off your dress.”
    “All the way?”
    “Yes. All the way. Your bra. I’m on the fence about the heels. We’ll decide about those after the rest is gone.”
    Her fingers shook as she reached around and undid the zipper on her dress, letting it fall down past her hips. She had one of those strapless bras on. Not much support or padding to speak of if the jut of her nipples through the fabric was anything to go by.
    And that meant she had every asset she’d promised to have.
    At this point, though, he didn’t care. Regardless of how she looked naked, she’d proven she was hot.
    And he was hard for her again already.
    She unhooked her bra and he almost lost it right then. She was totally naked for him, and she was perfect.