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find the kink she needed on her own.
    “Nell?” Tori sounded so worried.
    “Honestly, Tori, Mark is going to be my new boss, and he wanted to work this weekend.” Work? Well, that’s what she was going to call it.
    “Are you kidding? We put up with those long, boring policy meetings, and I thought we were going to cut loose.” Tori was disappointed but didn’t seem too surprised. And that was a pride killer. Her best friend really thought Nell would work on the weekend in Vegas.
    “You and Gina will have fun. I’d just slow you down.” The thought of Tori and Gina loose in Vegas kind of scared her, but she wasn’t going to change her mind now.
    “I want texts at least once a day,” Tori demanded. “I only know what I read about him.”
    Before Nell could ask what Tori had read, the phone beeped, and her friend said, “I have to get this. Text me.” And hung up.
    “Shit.” Nell had made her decision but had to go and face Mark. Or “Sir” as she would be calling him.
    “Get in here, Nell,” the man said from the other room. She took a deep breath. She could do this.
    The suite had a small table complete with computer ports, Wi-Fi, and other business amenities. Mark sat in one of the chairs and waved toward the other across from him. When she sat down, she noted a set of papers. Finally, something she could understand.
    Nell started to read the top page when Mark’s hand gripped hers. “Are you going to stay?”
    It was a loaded question. He clearly wanted her to commit to the three days before she read whatever was in front of her. She tipped her chin and met his gaze squarely. “I’m staying.”
    He didn’t release her hand. “Three rules. One, you will call me Sir while you are with me for these three days. After that, we will discuss your title for me. Second, you will keep your gaze lowered and only speak when I ask a question unless I command otherwise. Third, you will tell me if something is bothering you. Any infraction of these three rules will result in punishment.”
    “Punishment?” she asked and tightened her lips. “What kind of punishment?”
    His gaze was hard and uncompromising. “Do you agree?”
    She either trusted him or she didn’t. She didn’t have any reason to trust him. Hell, she didn’t even know who he was. “With one reservation.”
    He lifted one eyebrow. “And that is?”
    “I will agree to whatever you dish out for the next three days if you tell me your last name and what position you hold at ConFed.” She met his gaze.
    “Are you sure you don’t already know, Nell?” His stare was intense.
    “I…” She inhaled and slowly let her breath out.
    “All right, Nell.” He let go of her hand and leaned back in his chair, his stare never leaving her face. “My name is Mark Conners. My title is CEO of ConFed Industries.”
    He was right. She had guessed. He was M. Conners, the “Con” in ConFed. The only guy higher up was Anthony Fedder. Fedder was some kind of business savant and crunched the numbers, kept the legal department on the level, and never let one damn share of the company slip through his fingers. Conners was the people man, the idea guy, the force behind ConFed’s success.
    She should have known. She’d been tasked by her former boss to assemble a profile of the senior officers of ConFed. What had frustrated her from the beginning was the lack of pictures. Both Conners and Fedder were behind the scenes, letting spokesmen like Atticus Paulus and Dimitri Caruso be out in front.
    “Sign, Nell. You gave your word.” He was still staring at her, studying her.
    She thought about the takeover and how Paulus seemed to have an uncanny ability to assess Sunsoon. “You profiled me.”
    It was shocking to think he had gathered information about her much the same way she had about him. His comments about her former professor made sense now. She felt exposed and vulnerable.
    He sighed. “Of course I did. You were the executive secretary to a man who