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want to dish out?”
    Less than an inch separated her breasts from the wall of his massive chest, sadly covered by his black tank. Still, he was close enough that she could feel the energy crackling between them, making the fine hairs on her arms stand on end. Memories flashed through her mind, filling her body with need. Straddling him on a weight bench. Her ankles on his shoulders as he plunged deeply inside her. Stretching her lips wide to take his cock. Fingers digging into those dark waves as he licked and suckled a scream out of her.
    Need gripped her body, making her want to weep. Oh, her body definitely remembered this man, remembered the no-holds-barred way they went at each other, how she’d willingly taken every bit of sexual pleasure she could from him. But her heart remembered the pain when he’d left her, when he’d chosen a life as a boxer over a life with her.
    She licked her lips, raised her chin. No way would she allow him to intimidate her. Not now, not when she had so much at stake. “I know I can. Give me your best shot.”
    Sebastian grinned at her, then gestured to the far corner. “Well, come on, then.”
    He led her over to a sturdy, waist-high padded table that looked as if it could double as a massage table for two. Without a word, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up as if she were a child instead of a one-hundred-and-forty-pound boxing machine. “I talked to Chris on the way over,” he said as he walked around the table to a gray steel cabinet. “He’s gathering videos of Andropova’s latest matches and anything else he can find. We can watch them tonight while eating dinner. Unless you’d rather go out?”
    “I’m here to train, not date,” she retorted.
    “Who said anything about dating?” He pulled out a couple of hand wraps then returned to her. “I figure we can discuss any questions or concerns about your endorsement deal so we can have the lawyers ready the paperwork for tomorrow. We’ll have the photo shoot here in a week.”
    “That sure of yourself, are you?”
    He raised an eyebrow. “The shoot was already in the works. Raphael models our gear but we’re also featuring our latest prototypes.”
    She bit her tongue as he began expertly wrapping her hands. Of course it was about business with Sebastian. How could she have thought otherwise? Boxing and business—those were the two most important things in Sebastian’s life. Maybe his mother was first, but Renata knew from experience that nothing else came close on the list of importance.
    Bas gripped her fingers as he finished the wrap. “Is that too tight?”
    “It’s fine.”
    “Good.” He made quick work of wrapping his hands as she jumped off the table. “Did you bring your own gloves? I don’t think mine will fit you, but I can have Chris overnight a pair in for you.”
    She made her way over to her gym bag for her practice gloves. “Give poor Chris a break and let him explore New Orleans before you start overloading him with work.”
    “You know his job is to assist me with stuff, right? He gets paid very well for that—and extra for off-hours work. Besides, he doesn’t complain.”
    She arched a brow. “Who in their right mind would complain, especially to you?”
    He frowned. “I’m not a hard-ass, Renata. I treat my people fairly.”
    “I’m sorry.” She shoved her hands into her gloves. “I guess I’m feeling a little twitchy right now. This is kind of surreal.”
    “Day’s not going quite like you expected it to go, is it?” Sebastian grinned again, and again she felt the effect of that smile like a caress. “You ready to show me what you’ve got?”
    Renata pulled her mind out of the gutter with an effort. Why in the hell did she think every word that came out of Bas’s mouth was a come-on? It hadn’t been that long since she’d had sex, had it? She frowned as she realized she couldn’t remember the last time she and Roddy had slept together. It was well before