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straight for me, his eyes fixed on mine. I quickly tried to compose myself and snapped my mouth shut.
    “Hi. Miss Braxton, isn’t it? I believe we met last night.”
    “Yes, unfortunately we did,” I replied, looking down at my dirtied walking boots. Why didn't I wear Samantha’s heels this morning?
    “Unfortunately, you say? I would have said the pleasure was more fortunate.” His voice rose at the end of his remark, making it sound more like a question than a statement.
    “Well, that’s because you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself in front of your new boss!” I smirked.
    “And you think you did?”
    “Well, yes. I think it’s safe to say I did.”
    “I think it’s safe to say that that wasn’t your fault, I take full responsibility. But I would strongly disagree with your first comment and say that it was definitely fortunate that I flew through the door when I did.”
    I felt my brows tighten as I tried to figure out what that comment was supposed to mean. I couldn’t.
    “And, how was that fortunate, exactly?”
    “Well, otherwise I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of saving you,” he whispered as he leaned in closely towards my face, too closely, actually.
    I blushed under his heated gaze. I did not expect that, at all. What was with this guy? He had seemed so pissed at me last night yet now, apparently, it was a good thing he had nearly took my head off.
    “Besides, Ryan is your boss, I own the club but he runs it.” He moved away slightly, leaving a more appropriate distance between us and I desperately tried to mask my heavy breaths. As he straightened himself, he changed the subject. “So, you don’t have any questions for me, Miss Braxton?” he asked, his eyes searching my blushing face, looking almost disappointed.
    “Just the one, if you don’t mind me asking?” I peeked up from under my thick lashes, not daring to fully meet his gaze and unsure whether my sudden burst of courage was going to last long enough for me to speak my question.
    “I most certainly do not mind, Miss Braxton.”
    I lowered my head, trying to encourage my hair forward in order to hide behind it. And, with my heart pounding inside my chest, I took a deep breath. “Why were you so pissed at me last night?”
    His intense stare unsettled me. His eyes narrowed momentarily before his frown returned and his nostrils appeared to flare slightly as he inhaled a long breath. Then, he abruptly spun around and walked away, leaving me hanging.
    I watched from across the room as he took Mr Olsen’s hand in a firm shake and exited the room without glancing back.

Chapter Four
    I lay in bed later that evening, my head heavily occupied with thoughts of Julian Scott. I replayed our two brief encounters over and over, trying to figure out where and when everything went so wrong. I couldn’t. What had I done to upset him so much? Had I done anything at all, or was I submissively taking blame for something I had no control over? Maybe he was always that cold and rude towards people?
    His words continued to resound in my head: ‘Otherwise I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of saving you.’ What did that mean? Maybe there was a small part of him that didn’t hate me. Although I doubted that after the way he stormed out when I plucked up the courage to ask him my one and only question.
    ‘Otherwise I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of saving you .’ Why had that been a pleasure? It seemed considerably more like an inconvenience to him, if my memory served me correctly. Maybe he had felt the same electricity as I had when our bodies were pressed against one another’s? Or, more than likely, he was just glad he didn’t actually knock me down, after all, how would he explain a dead body slumped at the bottom of his stairs? I couldn’t find a single answer to the questions that refused to leave my overcrowded brain. This bothered me a lot. The new stronger me had sworn to never be under a man’s grip ever again. I liked