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little body of yours belongs to me, and you’re showing it off for the rest of the world.”
    His voice vibrated low and tickled my eardrum, sending my heart into instant arrhythmia.
    “I don’t like to share,” he said. “That’s another thing you should know about me.”
    My words caught in my throat as my thoughts scrambled in every direction. I couldn’t possibly have casual sex with a man who made my body betray my mind the way Wilder did. He could be very bad for business. He could wreak all kinds of havoc with my priorities. My life’s work. And I couldn’t afford to cheat on my work with a plaything like him.
    “I still haven’t given you my answer,” I said. “Aren’t we getting a little ahead of ourselves?”
    “Look,” he said. “We both know how this is going to go. I won’t take no for an answer, and you’re going to give into me sooner or later once you realize I’m exactly what you need. Let’s drop this little act of yours and stop wasting each other’s time.”
    He leaned in and placed a single, tantalizing kiss on my lips as if to intentionally tease me.
    “Why me?” I asked.
    “Why not you?” he huffed, as if it were obvious. “We’re perfect for each other. Can’t you see that? We’re not looking for love or a relationship. You’re looking for a man to take complete control of you behind closed doors, to make you forget about this crazy, busy, ridiculously over-controlled life you’re living, and I’m looking for a beautiful woman who likes to hand over the reins in bed. You have what I need. I have what you need. It’s that simple, lovely. Don’t make it complicated.”
    “Addison, you okay?” It was Coco. I peered from around Wilder’s broad shoulder to find her standing there with her hand on her hip, watching this wildly attractive man in a three-piece suit press me up against a wall.
    My cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “I’m fine.” I pushed myself away from Wilder and shooed Coco away as I straightened my blouse.
    “That your sister?” he asked.
    “Yep,” I said, rolling my eyes and waiting for him to suddenly act even more interested in me. That was how it usually went the second a guy found out who my sister was. “The infamous Coco Bissett. Let me guess, you want a picture with her or something?”
    He scrunched his eyes, as if he didn’t know who she was. “Name sounds familiar. Don’t know her, though. As I was saying…”
    The whole world knew Coco Bissett. She was touted as the next Susannah Jethro, only she was a younger, more exotic, sexpot version. She had hourglass curves and legs up to her neck. She gave most Victoria’s Secret models a run for their money with her long, dark waves that spilled down her voluptuous breasts and her big, baby doll eyes. Men wanted her and women wanted to be her. With an infectious laugh that put even the most nervous guest or interviewee at ease, she was easily America’s next sweetheart. And that was exactly why the network was in secret talks to replace Susannah Jethro with her next year.
    “You really don’t know who she is?” I asked, keeping my jaw from dropping. “You don’t watch the news?”
    “I don’t have time to watch the news. I read it,” he said. “Anyway, let’s get back on track here.” He stepped into my space once again. “You and me. Every Friday night. Until further notice. And remember, I don’t share. I should be the only one owning that exquisite pussy of yours.”
    “Sounds an awful lot like you want to be my boyfriend,” I teased.
    Wilder made a disgusted face, then his lips morphed into the smile of a man who knew he was about to get exactly what he wanted. “I’m not your boyfriend. You’re not my girlfriend. And I promise never to fall in love with you.”
    “Likewise,” I said. “I promise never to fall in love with you.”
    “So we have a deal?”
    I shot him my best professional smile. “I’ll let you know.”
    If several years in real estate had