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For the hundredth time, I squeeze my thighs together at the memories. The way he sunk inside me from behind and wrapped his hand around my throat. Fuck, he was good. Just like he promised. And just like he predicted, I want more. Correction, my body wants more, but my brain reminds me of all the ways I was stupid for climbing into his bed in the first place.

“Kate.”

“Hmmm?”

“Your client is here. The eleven o’ clock. Mr. Jones.”

“Huh?”

“The one who had to push back an hour due to another meeting he had.” Margo points to the meeting room around the corner. “He’s ready and waiting.”

“Oh. Sure.” I stand from my desk and pick up the file. Not that it’s any use since there was barely any information included.

I’ll just wing it.

Pushing the door open to the room, I glance down at my watch. “Apologies, Mr. Jones. I was held up on another call.”

“Don’t tell lies, Princess.”

Oh, holy hell.

“What are you doing here?”

Jensen smirks at me. Leaning back in his chair, with his bent leg resting across the opposite knee, he takes a sip of water. “Here to take you out to lunch.”

My body buzzes with excitement, not that he needs to know that. Propping a hand on my hip, I lie, “I don’t have time, I’ve another client in a half hour.”

He stands and shoves his hands into his pockets, rounding the table slowly. We’re only two feet apart when he finally comes to a stop. “Margo said your calendar is free this afternoon.”

Damn it, Margo.

“Why do you want lunch with me?”

“To talk. I’m not a fan of texting. I prefer the old-fashioned way.”

“Jensen. I’m not sure?—”

“Stop fighting it, Princess. I’ve got a table booked at an Italian restaurant in five minutes.”

“I still don’t know what you want to talk about. I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

He takes a small step toward me. “Since you’re full of bullshit today, why don’t you go ahead and lie some more. Lie and say you haven’t thought about what I did to you that night, how I made you feel?”

All the time.

“I haven’t. It wasn’t especially memorable.”

He puffs out a disbelieving breath and shakes his head slowly. “Wrong answer, Princess.”

“I’m not going to lunch with you. My calendar is clear because I have a ton of work to get through.”

Just as I finish my latest lie, a sharp stabbing pain hits me in the lower right-hand side. “Ouch.”

“Kate?” Jensen’s tone changes dramatically.

“Ow!”

I meet his eyes, which hold the same level of concern. “What’s wrong?”