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land the loan shark wanted so Grams could keep her house. She couldn't guess what Daniel's end game might be, though.
    "Oh." Her hand flew to her mouth. "I gotta work three shifts at the restaurant this weekend, and I'll need a ride there and back." She glanced around, remembering all the things King told her to offer this man. "This room's okay, but the rest of the house could use a decent cleanin'. And I'm a good cook." Cynda held her breath, praying he really did want her to stay. Grams was going to catch on if she was going back and forth, and Cynda had no plans to let her grandmother know what she'd had to do to straighten out the mess with King.
    His laughter startled her. "Real estate sales aren't paying the bills?"
    She shook her head, suddenly embarrassed by her menial job and the way she had to deceive him. "I was a kindergarten assistant, but the school district cut out those jobs."
    "Remind me to complain to Lila about that."
    "Who?"
    He laughed again. "My youngest brother's woman. From what I hear, Lila's had her way with the school district more than once."
    That was the second time he'd mentioned a brother, Cynda realized. "Do your brothers own the land too?" she asked, suddenly concerned she might have to play this game with more than one man.
    "My father left the land to me." His eyes narrowed. "I'm sure you studied why when you took your real estate courses."
    "Oh, of course. Yes," she hurried to lie.
    "How old are you?" he demanded.
    "Twenty-six."
    "You don't look twenty-six. Any kids?"
    "No."
    His eyes narrowed as if he thought she'd lied, but she held her tongue. This is it, he'll either decide to let me stay or kick me out. Her heart hammered. She wasn't sure what she could actually accomplish by staying here, other than persuading him to talk to King, but she knew what would happen if he kicked her out. Grams would lose her home. Cynda knew she'd find a second job and get them a cheap apartment, but Grams' pride would never recover if she got thrown out of her house.
    "Okay," he stated, unlacing his fingers and straightening in his seat. Picking up a pen, he began to write on a piece of paper lying on the inlaid leather top. "You'll call me Daniel. Not Dan, not Danny, not any other cute nickname you can think of. 'Yes, Daniel,' at all times."
    He seemed to take for granted she'd never say no.
    "You'll wear what I choose, the way I want you to wear it, or wear nothing, if that's my choice. No debate. If you have time to get any of this cleaning you speak of done, then I'll pay you for that, but know it's not my priority. I can hire anyone to clean house. No cell phone. If you have one tucked away somewhere, turn it off and leave it off. I listen to four damn phones ring all day at the garage and I don't want to hear it when I get home. No is not a word you're allowed to use about anything sexual. I'd rather not hear it at all. I'll touch you when, where, and how I please. I prefer anal sex over vaginal, and I want oral performed a specific way, which I'll teach you. If any of that's off the table, I'll give you back your clothes and drive you to wherever you want to go right now."
    His terms sounded just like every other man she'd ever heard tell of. Success made her almost giddy. He was letting her stay. Just a couple of hours ago, tied to his bumper in the dark, talking her way into this house had seemed an impossibility.
    "Okay."
    "Come here and let me take off that damn collar, and sign your name to this contract."
    Cynda couldn't move fast enough. He dispatched this buckle as fast as he had the ones on her shoes, dropping the collar on his desk with a look of distaste. She bent to sign her name on the line he drew beneath his careless scrawl.
    "How much is your commission?" he asked, sliding his hand lightly over the swell of her ass.
    "Nineteen thousand dollars," she murmured, focused suddenly on the way her pussy was growing wet as his strong hand stirred the embers of the fire he'd lit with his