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owner of the
San Francisco Chronicle
’s
largest rival newspaper.” Harper gasped, but he continued, ignoring her stunned reaction. “I know you carried out that affair in complete secrecy. To this day, your boss at
the
Chronicle
and your coworkers had no idea you were sleeping in the enemy’s bed.”
    “How did you find—”
    “Knowledge is my key weapon in everyday business. I can’t afford ignorance.”
    She broke his hold on her hands, turning toward the circular bank of windows.
    “I’ve offended you again,” he said.
    “I’m not a part of your business,” she bit out angrily over her shoulder.
    “I’m just trying to be honest, Harper. It might seem to you that an affair is strictly a personal experience. I wish I could say otherwise in my case, but matters of business factor into every aspect of my life. I’m telling you this because I want you to know one of the reasons that I’m inclined to trust you. You have a track record. Try to understand my point of view.” She looked back at him. “It’s not par for the course for me, to become involved with a reporter.”
    “I’m not a reporter, at present. I’m an editor. And what have you got to hide?”
    “My sexual preference in the bedroom, for one thing,” he replied without pause. “That’s no one’s business but my own.”
    “And your lovers’, I assume.”
    He nodded once. She was struck by his solemn earnestness. Maybe what he was saying to her at that moment wasn’t flattering, but it was honest. She’d give him that.
    “I don’t appreciate you digging into my private life,” she told him stiffly.
    “I’m sorry. It was a necessity. I needed to be sure of you.”
    She rounded on him. “And what about my certainty about the wisdom of getting involved with you? Where’s
my
security?”
    “I give you my word I’d never expose you in any way. I’ll keep you safe, Harper.”
    She blinked. Again, a strong sense of inexplicable déjà vu came over her. Dazedly, she realized he’d said the same thing last night.
That
must be why it sounded so familiar. But that wasn’t even the strangest part about his proclamation.
    The oddest part was that she completely believed him.
    “What have I got to be kept safe from?” she asked numbly. “What are these sexual preferences that you feel you need to guard so closely?”
    Instead of answering her, he reached for her hand. She followed him across the long distance of the room, her heart starting to pound in her ears when she saw where he led her. He urged her to sit at the edge of the bed and came down next to her.
    “I would like to bind you at times. During sex.”
    “You mean . . . like you held me last night while we . . .” Heat rushed through her cheeks at the graphic memory. “You mean bind me with your hands? Hold me down?”
    “Yes,” he replied. “But more than that. I want to restrain you with other things, so that I can use my hands to touch you.” He leaned closer, his agate eyes mesmerizing her. “Control you. Pleasure you.”
    She licked her lower lip in nervous excitement. “What
other
things?”
    “Any number of things: cuffs, harnesses that help me position you any way I like . . . ropes.”
    “Ropes?” she asked, taken aback. He saw her anxious reaction and cupped her jaw gently, leaning closer. She caught his scent, and her heart fluttered with agitated arousal.
    “Soft rope,” he murmured. “Rope I have specially made of the softest, strongest black silk. It would look so beautiful against your white skin. Don’t worry, though. I won’t do that tonight.”
    Her lungs froze. His lips brushed against hers seductively. A whimper escaped her throat. His head moved back.
    “I’m not going to harm you,” he said gruffly. “And I don’t want you to be afraid. You’ll have the power, because anytime you tell me to stop and unbind you, I will.
Any
time. Even if I’m deep inside you and about to see heaven,” he added, his mouth shaping into a