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responded as though she had no will.
    She looked up into his familiar green eyes. As they gazed intently down at her with more fire than she’d ever seen, she got dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol or the stress of coming here all alone, or it could be low blood sugar because she’d skipped dinner, much too nervous to eat. No matter the cause, her world turned on end. Her rubbery knees gave way and she crumbled right into the arms of Joseph Hooks, senior partner at Hooks, Jeffers, and Mahoney, Attorneys-at-law, her boss, her fantasy Dom and the secret love of her life. Then Olivia did something she’d never done in her entire life; she fainted dead away.
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    From across the room, he watched her wake, her eyes blinking open and staring at the unfamiliar ceiling overhead. Suddenly, she winced, her hand coming to her forehead to rub away a headache, no doubt, as her delicate brows gathered together. Pink lips, usually soft and curved in a smile, were downturned as she grimaced and sat up in bed. She looked down at the expanse of the king-size bed, her hand flaring out and smoothing over what he knew to be mega-thread count, soft, sumptuous linens. Her head swung up and her eyes swept over the room. When she located him seated casually in a high-backed chair in the corner, her eyes flew wide and her cheeks, usually a lovely peaches and cream, flooded with crimson. She quickly looked away.
    “Feeling better?” He tried to keep his tone neutral, free of the equal parts amusement and lust he was experiencing, but he wasn’t certain he accomplished the feat when her face contorted ever so slightly, then she politely lied.
    “Fit as a fiddle, thank you. I should go.”
    The echo of her words hadn’t faded when a loud crack of thunder made her start. It was followed immediately by a flash of lightning, electrifying the air in the room.
    “Obviously, you’re not going anywhere tonight.” He stood and crossed to the bed. Using his full height to impart his authority, he stood close to the bedside, staring down at her, his arms crossed imposingly over his chest. “I asked a question and this time I would like a truthful response.”
    She glanced up at him briefly, her eyes reaching no further than his chest, then darted away, moving down to her tightly clasped hands in her lap. “I have a bit of a headache is all, sir. Truly, I’m fine.”
    “How many cocktails did you have this evening?” As he posed his question, he crossed to the bathroom.
    “One, but it was very large,” was her faint reply as he found aspirin in the medicine cabinet and filled a glass with water from the tap. He strode to her bedside and held them out for her, palm up.
    “Aspirin,” he explained succinctly. “Take them without any fuss, please, Olivia.”
    When she swallowed them down with only a small sip, he ordered further, “Finish it.”
    Not hesitating in obeying this time, she downed the entire contents. He set her empty glass on the nightstand, then sat on the edge of the bed, close alongside her, his thigh pressing fully against hers. Leaning forward, his fists settled into the soft mattress bracketing her hips, which brought his face very near hers. With him in her space, she had nowhere to go but flat on her back in the bed. Being vulnerable beneath him clearly not part of her plan, she scooted up in the bed until she could go no further. Her eyes darted about the room, once again looking for an escape, but his body had cut off all exit routes. She was caged and she knew it. With few options left except to face the music, she lifted her face, eyes boldly meeting his. Brave girl.
    “It’s late, a flash flood warning is out and you’ve been drinking. That’s a dangerous combination, which you won’t be risking, not on my watch. We’ll be spending the night.”
    She bristled. “Exactly when did it become your watch, sir?”
    “The minute you walked into Club Decadence with your hair loose and gleaming