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late into the night, this was a brilliant idea.”
    I laugh, but want to smack down my twitching cock. Just the mention of the word slave has me envisioning her as a slave to me. Legs spread far apart, tied to the bed post and taking every inch I selfishly ram into her.
    It’s in that moment that I realize the look in her eyes that I want to see when she looks at me. And I wonder, how do I make that happen?
    There’s a small box in the middle of the desk and I point to it. “That’s for you.”
    Smiling, she walks to the desk and picks up the box. Looking at me, with her head cocked to the side, I can see she’s confused by the box’s mere presence.
    “Open it,” I urge.
    Sierra looks as nervous as I feel, her hands fumbling with the wrap on the box. As she finally opens it, I wonder how she is going to take this.
    Flipping over the lid, she takes in a deep breath and holds it.
    I suddenly need to explain myself. “This should be strong enough to keep your mermaid safe.”
    “Thank you. I really don’t know what to say. This is so thoughtful,” she stammers.
    Suddenly her office space feels too small for the two of us. I shouldn’t have given her the gift. I’m usually so smooth and suave, and in control, and I’m just an idiot around this woman. What is that about?
    Looking at my watch, I know Noel must already be waiting. Saved by the brother. “I’m running late.”
    “Yeah, I am too.” She puts the necklace into her laptop bag.
    As she steps toward the door, my hand naturally goes to her lower back to usher her out. And as if the most natural interaction in the world, my hand slips down the smooth fabric of her dusty pink skirt, with my palm settling on the rounded cheek of her delicious bottom.
    Almost tripping over Sierra as she stops dead in her tracks, she looks up at me, the anger palpable, as her eyes lock in on mine.
    “I don’t shit where I eat,” her angry snarl has me take a step backward.
    Not waiting for my response, she speeds through the lobby, past my brother, and out through the front door toward the elevator banks.
    What the hell was I thinking? The truth is, I wasn’t thinking. My body just reacted to her. I’d been so deep in my head with the fantasy of her for weeks, that I just went over the line without thinking. I went over the line like she’s mine.
    Noel is just standing there, his back to me, looking at the door she just flew through. As I approach, I stand next to him silently, looking at the empty space.
    “Who was that?” he sounds stunned.
    “Her name is Sierra Stone,” I explain. “We’re working on a project together.
    Finally, he turns to me. “She looks like Maggie.”
    “I hadn’t noticed.” And I hadn’t. But now that he’s said it, everything hurts. My head is throbbing, my heart aches.
    “How could you not have noticed?” He doesn’t even attempt to hide how ridiculous he thinks I sound.
    “I really didn’t.” I’m now muttering.
    “She looks like Maggie,” he repeats.
    And I know he’s right.
    She looks like Maggie.

“Men suck,” I scream.
    “What a douche.” I’m talking to Monica on the Bluetooth in my car. I’ve been driving aimlessly around Austin for the past two hours, beating this current Hale Lundström incident to a dead horse. We call ourselves The Swale Club, for the dead race horse, because we can take any topic and beat it to a dead horse. And tonight, I am proudly holding the position of the club’s honorary president.
    “I can’t believe he did that. First, he’s pulled me away from my team’s work, which is how I get compensated, then he gives me a gold chain and proceeds to think because he threw some jewelry at me that he can treat me like a fuck toy. I’m sure he’ll now have Kemp pull me off his project and that’s just fine.”
    “Don’t be so sure,” Monica generally has a very solid take on situations. “Did he look like he was sorry?”
    “I don’t know, after I blasted him, I just turned on my