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had taken her aside.
    “There’s a woman here to see you, sir,” he spoke into his mouthpiece. At least he was here.
    “What’s your name, ma’am?” Oliver asked.
    Her name? Screw the bastard. How many women demanded to see him that he couldn’t figure out it would be her? “Tell him it’s Naia White!”
    “Ms. White, sir.” A pause, then, “Yes, sir. I’ll hold on to her.”
    “Hold on to me?” She pulled at her arm again but he wouldn’t let her go.
    “Mr. Roark will be down in a little while. You’re to remain with me in the meantime,” Oliver said, walking her through the crowded club to the restaurant. “What would you like to drink?” he asked, setting her down in the same booth she had occupied with Liam just last week.
    “I don’t want a drink. I want to see your boss. Now.”
    “I’m sorry, Ms. White, that isn’t possible. If you would prefer, we can sit in a private room, but that won’t be as comfortable as this. What’s your preference?”
    Christ, were all his staff just like him? Bossy jerks? She humph’d and turned away.
    Oliver remained nearby but at least he didn’t sit with her. Naia stewed, watching the people around her but not really seeing anything at all. She was so wrapped up in what she was going to say to him, what she was going to do. How dare he do what he did, leave like he did, then treat her like she was nothing when she came to give him a piece of her mind?
    It was almost half an hour before he bothered to turn up. He was in the same jeans and shirt, his sleeves still rolled up like they had been when he had spanked her. The sight of his hands, his forearms, his hulking form, sent shivers through her, reminding her of her still unfulfilled need. It was as if her own body betrayed her with its desire for him.
    “Ms. White,” he greeted, but didn’t sit down.
    Meeting his gaze heated her face to what she imagined was a deep crimson. She’d chalk it up to anger, not embarrassment though.
    “Professor.” She held his gaze, rage giving her strength.
    “What can I do for you? I was under the impression our business was concluded,” he said, his expression unreadable. Was he really so unaffected, so cool?
    “Our business ? You call that business ?” she asked, scooting around the booth to stand.
    “Watch your tone and lower your voice, Naia.”
    “Oh, it’s Naia now, is it?” she asked, coming to her feet, her voice even louder.
    “I’m warning you,” he threatened.
    She wasn’t scared of him. “You’re warning me about what, professor? What are you going to do to me? Walk away like the cold jerk you are?”
    Grabbing her arm hard, he brought his mouth close to her ear. “Watch out, I’m not going to say it again. What are you doing here? What do you want?”
    “You’re hurting my arm,” she said, tugging it free. “Between you and your security guard, I’ll be black and blue tomorrow.” People at the surrounding tables were staring at them now.
    He looked furious. “Not another word until we are in my office. Walk,” he said, gesturing for her to go ahead.
    She did as he said, she didn’t want a scene any more than he did really. And to be honest, she could use some time to collect her thoughts. What was she going to say? What did she want? Hadn’t he done what he had said he would do? What she had asked for? What more would she be begging for tonight?
    They walked through the club to a private elevator. Liam inserted a key to call it. The doors opened and they entered, the silence thick between them. They both stared straight ahead as the elevator climbed to Liam’s office and the doors opened. Naia was about to step out but froze.
    “What the…”
    “It’s safe, you can walk through,” he said, stepping ahead of her onto what appeared to be a glass floor in his office.
    She followed, in awe of her surroundings. Glass covered the floor and three of the walls. “You can see everything but I gather no one can see