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over his fingers two minutes ago, and now she was walking away from him as if
    he was nothing. An afterthought, nothing more. Just trash she could use and toss.
    “What the hell are you doing?”
    “Leaving.” She shrugged out of his grasp and started for the door once again.
    “Hold on.” He grabbed her again, his hold on her looser this time and the tingles that shot up his arm
    at the feel of her soft skin made him want to growl in irritation.
    The attraction between them was real. He couldn’t deny it. Yet she could, and in a big way.
    What the fuck?
    “Hold on for what? What do you want from me? Do you want me to grovel at your feet and call you
    master? Tell you that you just gave me the best orgasm of my life? Well, it wouldn’t be true.” She took one
    step toward him, then another, and then another until she was so close he could kiss her. “It wasn’t bad, but
    it wasn’t the best either. How’s that for your ego?”
    He flinched, released his hold on her as if she burned him. “What the hell have I ever done to you to
    make you so goddamn angry?”
    “Sucks to be used, doesn’t it?” She smirked, and he was sure she caught the guilty flash in his eyes.
    “You use women all the time. I watch you. I see what you do. They toss themselves at your feet and you
    have your pick, a new one every night. It’s always so easy for you, isn’t it?”
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    “Why the hell should you care?” Her words hurt because they were true. Maybe he was nothing more
    than a user of women. He certainly could never commit to one. It was so much easier, so much more
    exciting to be with a different woman night after night.
    And the occasional man. But he kept that close, to himself.
    “I don’t. That’s why I’m walking away.” She started toward the door again, her hand resting on the
    door handle before he spoke.
    “I can find someone else, you know,” he called to her. “I can walk out of this room and find someone
    and fuck her brains out.”
    She stilled, her delicate fingers clutching the handle, her entire body tense. But she didn’t turn around
    to look at him. “I’m sure you could. I know you could. I hope that makes you feel better. I hope when
    you’re fucking her, it’s my face you see and not hers.”
    And with that, she opened the door and walked out of the room.
    Her instincts had been correct. Trevor Braxton was a complete asshole with an ego twice the size of
    Texas.
    Scarlett strode through the halls of Tom’s, headed toward that doorway she should’ve exited through
    long ago, before she ran into Trevor. She clutched her shoes in her hands, grimacing as she walked across
    the cold, bare wood floors and she wished she hadn’t taken them off.
    But then she wouldn’t have been on the receiving end of that fabulous massage. And she wouldn’t
    have had that most amazing orgasm either.
    When she told him that orgasm hadn’t been the best of her life, she’d kind of lied. It had been a long
    time since she’d come by someone else’s hand. Oh, she spent time here at Tom’s but she was strictly a
    watcher. She rarely indulged even though she had permission to do so. Well, on occasion she’d participate
    but more as a background figure, unnoticed.
    Just the way she liked it.
    Trevor’s sure fingers, that cocky expression, the way he touched her, the way he spoke to her…
    God. Unbelievable. She’d come so fast it had shocked her. She never came that fast. It was always a
    bit of a struggle, a bit of work. Nothing outrageous but she definitely didn’t come without plenty of
    foreplay prior.
    That hadn’t been the case tonight. And it had pissed her off. Even shamed her a little bit. That he
    could have that much mastery over her body, that much command. Well, it scared her.
    Made her want to do it again. With him. This in turn caused her to act like a raging, lunatic bitch and
    behave cruelly toward