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too.
    Then, it was over. He’d actually killed her, there was no other explanation. The explosion meant her insides had somehow given up and died of pleasure.
    Fuck.
    Somewhere, someone had written a song about this.
     
    •
     
    He’d been tempted – so tempted – to cancel the meeting. Would have, too, if his mother hadn’t been supposed to attend; anyone else, he could have bluffed, but he needed a rock solid explanation to fool The Dragon.
    On the other hand, fuck . Alice was still absentmindedly rubbing her clit and whimpering. I know sweetheart. He was crying inside, too. His balls had never been in so much pain in his entire life.
    “Princess? Take your time to compose yourself. There’s a bathroom on your right. I’m leaving a key on the desk. There’s an address underneath. Can you meet me there? Let yourself in anytime, I’ll try to make it as close to eight as possible. Order takeaway – there will be some cash in the kitchen.”
    He momentarily thought about alien abduction again – his, this time.
    Women had been invited in his place, but never without him, and he certainly hadn’t offered up a key to anyone.
    However, this was a means to an end. He needed her in his bed as soon as humanly possible. The rest was details.
     
    He shouldn’t have been quite so shocked, but he’d never considered the possibility that she might not have obeyed, until he made it back to his office on his first break and saw that the keys were still there.
    What the hell?
    He couldn’t get his mind around that cluster fuck. He’d made her fucking fly , so why would she be back-peddling?
    He tried to put himself in her place to understand.
    She’d come to him, which meant that she was attracted to him. She’d asked for a favor that did involve repetitive intercourse with him; yet, after the first orgasm, she was running.
    That thought did niggle him, somehow.
    The first orgasm. Her very first.
    She’d been overwhelmed, he’d seen as much. But he’d just left her to it, rather than trying to discuss it. Women liked talking about shit.
    Fuck.
    “I need Alice’s contact details,” he sent; not to Tamsin, he wasn’t a total idiot.
    “Why?”
    Oh, for Christ’s sake!
    “Now, Xander. Don’t make me go to the IT department. Brothers don’t let brothers turn into creepy stalkers.”
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    She’d made a run for it, dressing herself as quickly as humanly possible, escaping the office less than a full minute after Colt had closed the door; she’d pressed on the button three, four times, but as the elevator doors remained decidedly closed, she’d found the staircase and raced down the thirty-one levels. One short, overpriced taxi ride later, she was home.
    Her place was swanky; a large penthouse at the heart of Beverly Hills, the kind of apartment no twenty-five-year-old could afford on their own – well, unless their faces were plastered on a billboard somewhere.
    Her secret: flatshare. Yep, it was still allowed after college, despite what her parents thought.
    Alice had been sharing with her two best friends since sophomore year; when they’d arrived to LA three years ago, they’d gone for a downtown dump, at first, but as soon as they’d landed decent jobs, they’d moved on to bigger and better things – such as running water and the noticeable absence of the sleazy landlord.
     
    There was Emma, the most gorgeous woman in LA. No, seriously: she was.
    Of all places, she worked at Colburn Finance – under Kane’s iron fist, rather than Colt’s. Alice was very grateful for that small grace. The thought of Emma anywhere near Colt was making her feel sick: everyone fancied her. Red hair, big boobs and pouty lips did tend to have that effect.
    Her second roommate was Lucy, a photographer. She’d gone for the usual, at first – wedding pictures, dogs and the occasional baby, but she was up to something quite different, these days.
     
    The setup was perfect. Unless you came back in the