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“I know.” He pulls back from me and my tits instantly go cold when he pulls his hands away and reaches into his pocket. Pulling out something black that is inside his fist, he holds it out in front of me. “This is what I thought you would want.”
    I look at his hand and he opens it to reveal my black panties. I gasp before I snatch them out of his hand. “How did you know?” I narrow my eyes at him.
    Did he know who I was last night? Is that why he slept with me?
    It wouldn’t be the first time a guy wanted to sleep with me because of my father’s fame.
    He looks at me with a confused face. He goes to speak, but I hold up my hand. “I’m glad you had fun last night but my father has already signed you, so that won’t be happening again.” I place my hands on his chest and shove him away from me.
    “Wait. What?” he asks sounding confused. I go to walk away from him, but he grabs my upper arm.
    “Erik, you ready to finish up this meeting?” I hear my dad ask.
    He sighs as he holds onto my arm. “Yeah. Sure, Mr. Knight.” He looks down to me and whispers, “This conversation isn’t over,” as he lets go of me.
    I take the stairs two at a time and head straight for my shower. I turn the water on scalding hot and jump in, scrubbing every inch of my body until it’s raw. He was right, I still smell like him, and I want it gone. The bastard used me. I mean in a way, I used him as well—self-satisfaction. But he used me to help further his career.

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    DASH
     
     
    Just my fucking luck! The girl I slept with at my party is the one and only Tabatha Knight.  Mr. Knight’s daughter. My new boss!
    “Dude. I had no idea,” Blake says as he sits next to me on my couch while he holds my laptop. “I told you I had never met her.”             
    “Go to images,” I say pointing to her name on my screen.
    He does and pictures of her start to pop up—her in the winner’s circle with racers; her dad by her side; her out at parties with a dark-haired man by her side. “Is that her ex?” I ask.
    “One sec,” he says before he clicks on the link to his name. “Rodger Heath the third. Son of Rodger Heath and Shawna Heath…”
    “Wait. Rodger Heath? As in the congressman?” I ask, standing up from the couch and looking down at him in shock.
    “Yes,” he says just as shocked. He looks back down and starts to read the headline. “The two are still going strong after a year together. Are wedding bells in their near future?” He clicks on a few other links. A picture comes up of her and him walking out of a restaurant in New York City. She’s wearing a black coat that’s tied tightly around her, keeping out the cold. Her long brown hair falls down—covering her face. She has her head down, and he has a hold of her arm tightly as if he’s dragging her behind him. His face is hard as he stares straight at the camera. You can tell by his hard stare and his hold on her that he is not happy about something. Whether it was her or the cameras, I don’t know. Blake then looks at a few more links. Not one mentions their breakup. How long ago did they split? Could it be possible that the press doesn’t know about it yet?
    “What are you going to do?” he asks getting my attention. He has a hard look on his face as he stares up at me from my laptop.
    “What I always do. I always get what I want,” I say simply. You think I give a rat’s ass that her ex is Rodger Heath? Fuck no!
    “Dash, man, you just got the offer of a lifetime. You gonna jeopardize it for her?” he asks softly. “I mean, I get it, she’s hot. But you just met her. And Jackie said they just broke up. The odds of them staying broke up…”
    “I want her,” I state, interrupting her.
    “You’ve already had her.”
    I shake my head. “I want her again.” She was different. She was wild, just like I knew she would be. Valerie was so boring, and I always had to be in control. Tabatha was crazy and full of