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won’t happen again.” He waves his passcard in front of the black box, the light turns green, and metal clicks against metal. “In the future, you’ll use the elevators.” He holds the door open for us. Camille exits first, leaving us alone.
    “You’re very sexy when you talk tough.” I linger in the stairwell, gazing up at him. Will he touch me now?
    Henley leans forward, his breath wafting on my lips. “I doubt you’ll think I’m sexy once I’m done talking tough.” He places his hand on my back, I feel the contact through the layer of fabric, and he pushes me forward.
    Camille waits for us over the threshold, her face remaining pale, her gaze fixed on Henley. She looks at him as though he’s a god and this irks me. He’s my behemoth, not hers.
    “We’ll have lunch in the boardroom on the fourth floor,” Henley informs us. “Katalina and I have to discuss some matters first.” I blink. He knows my name. “Camille, relay our meal orders to Stan in the cafeteria and then join us. Ask him for my usual.”
    “We’re having lunch in the legendary Fortress.” Camille appears dazed. “What do you want, Purple?”
    “You can choose.” I shrug. I have no food allergies.
    “French fries, chicken fingers, and green Jell-O it is, then.” She grins. I grin back at her and she stomps down the hallway.
    Henley sighs. “She went the wrong way.” I meet his gaze and my grin widens. He shakes his head. “You two are impossible.” He opens a door. “In here.” He ushers me into a small meeting room. “This should be sufficient for our needs.” He locks the door and pulls the blinds, creating complete privacy, his presence filling the space.
    I want his presence to fill me. “And what needs are those?” My voice is husky.
    His eyes gleam. “The need to set some rules.”

 
    Chapter Three
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    H ENLEY PACES THE small room, his movements drawing my gaze. I sink into one of the black leather chairs, the seat cushioning my ass.
    “The dress code at Blaine Technologies is strict,” he informs me. “The preference is a black suit. Gray and navy blue are also acceptable colors.”
    “I don’t wear black.” I fold my hands on top of the tiny table and Henley glares at me. “My father told me not to wear black, so I don’t,” I explain.
    Henley’s face softens. “Your father’s not here.”
    My father isn’t here and I miss him desperately, having spent the last five years by his side. He isn’t alone; neither of us are. My father has my mother to keep him company and I now have a rule-setting behemoth.
    “When I give my word, I don’t break it.” I lean forward, willing Henley to understand. “Business deals are built on trust—”
    “And trust is built on truth,” Henley completes my father’s saying.
    “You remembered.” I smile at him, pleased.
    “Yes.” Henley resumes his pacing, striding back and forth, back and forth, his hands gripped tightly behind his back as though he’s winding up for another round of his rules. “When we’re at work, we have to be professional. No taking our clothes off. No touching. No talking about sex.”
    “Is thinking about sex okay?” I skim my fingertips over the collar of my blazer. “Because I think about having sex with you all of the time. Right now I’m thinking about sucking you off.” I play with my top button. “Can I fit your entire cock in my mouth?” I drop my gaze to Henley’s groin. His dress pants tent over an impressively large bulge. “I don’t think that’s possible. You’re huge.”
    “This is a serious matter.” As Henley passes behind me, he drifts his fingertips over my shoulders and I feel his touch through my blazer, his promise of more caresses unspoken. My nipples tighten in anticipation.
    “I agree. This is a very serious matter.” I wiggle in my seat. “Our first time is important. It is a defining point in our relationship, and I haven’t had sex in five years. I’ll need some guidance. You’ll