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whooshes from my lungs as lean hands find my waist, pushing me back into the wall.
    “What—” A kiss muffles my question. Just a kiss, an exploration of my mouth that might have even been pleasant if the concrete of the wall wasn’t causing chill bumps to break out along the bare skin of my back.
    I yelp into his mouth, squirming in an instinctive effort to free myself.
    Henry pulls back, looks into my eyes with an unreadable expression. His hand tightens on my waist. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”
    Trying to catch my breath as a tingle of... something... begins to work its way through my gut, I examine Henry’s face.
    What am I getting so worked up about? It’s just a kiss. He’s paid for it.
    And I can’t imagine Miss Black will be pleased to know that I’ve taken off my big girl panties over nothing but a kiss.
    “You caught me by surprise, that’s all.” I try to make my words sound flirtatious, hoping some playful banter might give me a chance to get my bearings. I’d been anticipating this part of the date—the sex—to play out in his room, not in a cold, silent hallway where I feel more than a bit creeped out.
    I have the bracelet. And he’s smiling down at me again, eagerness playing over his face...
    Why is it so bad for this to move a little faster? It means I can go home sooner, can go back to being me .
    “Claire?” It takes a second for me to realize that Henry is referring to me. Not that that matters... a man as smart as he is, I’m sure he knows that I’m using a fake name.
    Earn the damn money, Carly, so you can go home.
    “I’m surprised... not unhappy.” Curving my lips in what I hope is a seductive expression, I splay my hand over his chest. He sucks in a breath, and I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palm, hard and fast. Can see his pulse, just beneath the tanned skin of his jaw.
    He’s all worked up. And it’s my job to make him even more so.
    Standing on my toes—even in massively high heels, I’m still fairly short—I press my lips to his neck. He shudders, arching his neck, letting me kiss my way over to his jaw, then to his mouth.
    As he greedily sinks into the kiss, I try to feel—something. He’s hot. Our bodies are rubbing together—shouldn’t I have some kind of reaction, be aroused at all?
    I’m not. It would be so much easier if I was, and that pisses me off. Closing my eyes, I turn my entire focus onto the kiss, giving it everything I’ve got, trying to elicit a response in myself.
    To my utter shock, it’s Adam Kincaid’s face that pops into my mind. That silver eyebrow ring emphasizing those intense eyes as he casts me a cocky smile, then takes my mouth without asking.
    With that image in my head, I find myself warming up a bit. I press against Henry, and he moans into my mouth when I lick my tongue over the seam of his lips. His hand slides into my hair, fists a little tighter than I’m comfortable with, yanking me back to reality.
    My lips still for a second. That stings. But I’m not going to lose this paycheque because he likes to pull hair. My preference sheet said I was open to a little bit of kink.
    I don’t know if I am, really—I’ve never come across any. But I felt like I had to put something , and nipple clamps are just not my cup of tea.
    T hat hands fists tighter, pulls harder. The hand on my waist slides to my shoulder and presses me back, pinning me in place.
    “Mr. Thomas.” My body stiffens as he draws back, looks down at me, his expression unreadable. I try to muster up a flirtatious smile, even though warning bells are starting to clang in my head. “ I’m looking forward to this part of our evening too. But it’s a little chilly back here. Why don’t we go up, have that drink... and draw out the anticipation a little bit longer?”
    He dips his head, nuzzles his lips against my neck as if in apology, and I start to relax again.
    Then his teeth sink into the soft curve of my shoulder, far too hard to