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was the senior officer to dominate you?”
    Nell shot him a nervous glance and licked her lips. “I know him better.”
    “That doesn’t answer my question, Nell.” Mark wasn’t going to let her disseminate. Part of her must have recognized what Atticus was even if she couldn’t put it into words. And that part of her recognized his nature. When Mark had entered the bar and her gaze met his, he had felt the pull between them.
    “No.” She swallowed and frowned. “I don’t know if I can put this into the appropriate words, but I’ll try. He’s…attractive, but…he is too subtle, too…nice.” She let out a short laugh. “That sounds crazy, but the truth is I’ve walked over most of the men in my life.”
    “Which is why you like me better. I don’t ask you to give me control; I take it. Right?” He studied her reaction. The frown wasn’t entirely gone. She was a submissive who thought too much, analyzed everything, picked people and words apart. Her defenses were the things that made her an excellent secretary. He had no desire to take that from her. But he thought she was shortchanging herself from having more.
    “Yes, I think so. I don’t know.” She met his gaze. “You frighten me, and yet I don’t feel threatened.” She pulled her hands free and rubbed her temples. “I’m still hung over. This is a mistake.”
    “Let me tell you what’s going to happen,” he said as if she hadn’t spoken. “It’s Saturday. Today, we will continue to negotiate, but new rules will be in place. Tomorrow, we will put into practice the things we learn today. And Monday, you will accompany me to Los Angeles as my secretary. Tuesday, you will either be my full-time secretary or you will be my secretary/submissive.”
    “Did you hear me? This is a mistake,” she said and clenched her fists. Mark studied her. Fear and confusion were stalking her. She needed some reassurance.
    “Three days, Nell.” He picked up her cell phone from the table beside the couch and handed it to her. “Call your friend Tori and tell her where you are.”
    She held the phone limply. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to know.”
    “I want your friends to know where you are, not what you’re doing, but if you choose to share it, I won’t stop you.” He rose and retrieved his briefcase. Once she’d discussed this with her friend, he’d give her the forms.
    He wanted her to think about it, stew on it. He wanted her to be curious. It had always been the company’s plan to have him take over the L.A. office. And he’d intended to convince her to be with him then. But Nell had jumped the gun, got drunk, and now…well…he wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

Chapter Three
    “You’re with who?” Tori shrieked.
    Nell clutched the phone and glanced around the bedroom. A little more sober, she noted the hotel’s logo and address. “Mark. His name is Mark, and he’s one of the—”
    “I know who he is,” Tori interrupted. She lowered her voice. “Oh my God. I tried to make them let me take you home, but that arrogant fuck Paulus wouldn’t allow it.”
    “I’m at the Hyatt,” Nell said. “And Atticus isn’t an arrogant fuck.” That was the problem, wasn’t it? Nell almost groaned. No, Atticus wouldn’t have made her consider this experience at all. “He wanted me to tell you where I was.”
    “You’re not coming back?” Tori sounded stunned. “Nell, what is going on?”
    For a moment, Nell considered blurting it all out, telling Tori the insane situation she seemed to be in and the unrealistic stuff the man was spewing, but then she thought about the consequences of that.
    She’d never know.
    He’d asked her why she hadn’t sought more, and she had refused to answer the question. Fear. And pride. Those two things would have kept her vanilla forever. This was her chance to experience the kink she’d always wanted, and in three days, she could walk away. He could teach her to have courage so she could