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It can’t be. He’s just…fucking with me.

He’s giving off his weirdo vibes again. I guess his professionalism at dinner was just a fluke.

“Hmm… Is it new? No, wait!” Carmen exclaims, acting like she’s got a limit on the number of questions in this stupid riddle. “How long have you had it?”

“About…a week, I’d say.” Bringing his drink to his lips, he continues to hold my gaze. “But if you want to get technical, you could say it’s beenseveralweeks.”

A flood of heat washes over my skin. I’d like to think it’s from sitting in this tub for too long, but I can’t deny it’s more likely from the feeling of Rory being one step ahead of me with his mind games. I find my gaze fixed on his key. I can’t pull my eyes away as my heart pounds in my chest.

It’s a small key. Very small. Small enough, it looks like it could fit my cage. And it’s silver…the same color as my cage.

Fuck! No…

No. He…

How…

Itcan’tbe him.

He can probably have whoever he wants. Why would he go to a private club and cage some random guy in a…

I swallow against the dryness in my throat. I’mnotsome random guy, though, am I? I’m the one he gave the card to the club. He…he fucking knew I would be there.

Oh, God.

“Is it a work award?” Carmen asks curiously, like she thinks she’s getting close to solving the riddle.

I find myself staring at his mouth as his gaze moves to her. “It has nothing to do with work, but…it’s for a gift someone in my professional life offered me.”

The words leave his lips, low and soft, creating a familiar tingling sensation in my balls. I’m hoping like hell it’s just my paranoia that has me considering how his mouth seems like an exact perfect match to the one that brought me so much pleasure. A quiet panic creeps up my throat, making my hands tremble.

‘A gift someone in my professional life offered me.’

The description both arouses and pisses me off. My cock is not a gift, but at the same time, I find myself blushing that someone would think of it as one. Whoisthis man? I’ve never heard anyone talk about another person in such endearing, intimate terms.

It’s too much. I can’t fucking take it. I have to get out of here before I plunge across this tub, snatch that key off his neck, and cause a scene in front of Carmen.

Turning, I push up and hop out of the tub in one quick movement. Landing on wobbly legs, I snag my towel and wrap it around my waist even as I move toward the steps, like it will hide my dirty secret that’s not really a secret at all.

“Charlie? Where are you going?” Carmen yells.

“Cabin,” I babble. “To my cabin. I…I’m done for the night. Goodnight.”

Hustling down the stairs, every fiber of my being is vibrating as my wet feet hit each step, making me realize I forgot my damn flip flops. I’m not going back up there. I’ll freaking murder him. I’ll murder the damn CEO of my company and then have to explain in an interrogation room that I did it because he locked my cock up in a cage.

Because no matter how much I try to convince myself it wasn’t him, I know it was. It was fucking Rory that breathed his hot breath on my cock and made me lose my mind so much that I begged for him to come back and do it again. Ididoffer myself to him, and now I don’t know what to do about it.

CHAPTER 10

It feels like I stand for an eternity with my wet back pressed against the door to my cabin, trying not to hyperventilate. I’m caught in a montage of flashbacks—some from the club, others from my exchanges with Rory on the yacht.

How can someone who could deliver such out-of-this-world pleasure with just their mouth and limited touches be so…so…infuriating? So…not the right person for me? He’s the fucking CEO.

Did he know it was me in that booth?

Gripping my skull, I pinch my eyes shut, trying to quell my emotions long enough to think clearly. How could he not have known it was me? There’s no way it was just coincidence that he’s wearing that fucking key. If I hadn’t confided in him about my problem, would he have known I was the one who he’d caged?

“Listen to yourself, Charlie. You’re being a fucking idiot.”