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Convince her to sign a contract.

Marry her.

Fuck her.

Fool her.

Nope. It wasn’t going to happen. Wherever we were going, the assholes would get a piece of my mind. Period.

I flew into the bedroom, hurriedly trying to find my purse. Where the hell was it? Regrouping, I was forced to pass Jago, resisting shoving him into the wall in my determination to stay as far away from him as possible.

My small clutch that had nothing more than lipstick, my identification with a few euros for emergencies, and a compact had been tossed only a few feet away from the front door. That had been because the heat I’d shared with my goddamn husband had been off the charts.

Now it was cold as ice in my heart and in the room.

To hell with him.

If all he wanted was control of my company, he could see me in court.

I paced the floor as I waited, half expecting him to take his sweet time. When he appeared from the bedroom a few seconds later, just catching sight of him created several flutters in my system. Damn it. Why did he always look so damn good just when I wanted to throw daggers in his face? The man was stomach-twistingly handsome and I’d had the pleasure of seeing him before.

Without his signature casual jacket, the tight tee shirt he’d chosen kept my eyes peeled on his carved abs.

However, I refused to be swayed by his insanely gorgeous looks.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going and who we’re meeting?” I asked, although there was no mistaking my demanding tone.

“Nope.”

“Bastard.”

“I am.” He walked past me and headed for the door, but not without offering the same heated gaze I’d given to him.

Once inside the elevator, I purposely moved as far away from him as the tight confines would allow. The silence was killing me since I wanted to launch into him, but silence was the best method of operation. I needed to grasp the full extent of what we were getting ourselves into.

We. Not just him.

He casually tossed the valet the keys and we waited on the sidewalk. While he donned his sunglasses, I could tell he was constantly scanning the streets, purposely looking for some crazed assassin.

When the car was brought just a couple of minutes later, he tipped the man handsomely and escorted me to the already open passenger door.

“Put this on.”

I peered down at what he’d pulled from his pocket. “A blindfold? Are you kidding me?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?”

Huffing, I thumped into the seat and glared at the piece of black material, refusing to obey him. He tossed it into my lap anyway, slamming the car door with enough force the vehicle rocked. What the hell was he so angry about?

Maybe I’d called him names while having sex. Just before I’d fallen asleep in his protective arms. God, he was so infuriating. I’d managed to relax and enjoy myself and he’d fucked it up.

Once he climbed inside, he placed both hands on the wheel, not attempting to pull away from the curb.

“I said. Put it on, Genevieve.”

Rolling my eyes, I groused the entire time but did as he asked. That wasn’t good enough for him. He shifted me in the seat, retying the knot and making the blindfold tight enough there was no way I could catch a glimmer of light, let alone anything else. He even took it upon himself to reach around me, grabbing the seatbelt as well. Did he honestly think I couldn’t do things for myself?

While he clicked it into place, I held my arms in the air.