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“What you were or weren’t told is none of my concern. As to what this place is…” I turn and flick on a switch. She winces a little as the room is flooded with harsh light. I adjust the mood switch to a warm indigo and flick another switch. A gentle sparkling mist—a late addition I concocted two days ago—starts to fall from the ceiling. Her mouth drops open on a soft gasp as the first cloud of mist touches her face. I watch her reaction as her tongue darts out to taste my creation.

Her eyes widen. “Wow, it tastes… incredible. Wait, it’s not poisonous or anything, is it?”

“No, it’s not poisonous and you can’t overdose on it, but it’s set on a timer.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because it can get addictive.”

A sultry smile spreads across her face, and she licks more of the mist from her lips. “I’ll say! What exactly is it?”

I watch her face for her reaction and reply, “It’s an Aphrodisiac Shower.”

“Fuck!” She bolts out of the spray and glares at me. “You didn’t think to tell me that before you doused me in that shit?”

“Two seconds ago, you thought it was incredible.” I study the color in her cheeks and her dilated pupils and wonder how scarlet she’ll blush when my cock is deep in her ass and my hands are wrapped around her throat.

“Fuck that. You should’ve told me.”

She heads toward me, and I curb the urge to slam my hand across the doorway to pin her against the frame so I can test if she’s as wet as she was the last time I tasted her pussy. She’d gotten so wet so fast that day that I later wondered if it was real or a fluke of my imagination.

Whatever it is, I know I should walk away, but I can’t. I feel my near obsession with her reaching worrying proportions. And that terrifies me. Because she thinks she knows what lies beneath my uncivilized exterior. But really, she has no fucking clue. And I can guarantee that she won’t like what’s underneath when she finds out.

“Keely.” My tone reminds her of our agreement.

She glares harder and the urge to test her boundaries claws through me.

“Don’t give me that tone. You want me to not swear, then you tell me upfront what I’m walking into. At least tell me what you’re doing before you start flicking switches. Or the deal is off.” She tucks her bag under her arm and brushes her hand over her skin in an attempt to get rid of the mist.

“Fine,” I reply. “Then I guess I should tell you that once imbedded in skin, the aphrodisiac’s effect doesn’t wear off for four hours.”

Her eyes bulge. “What? Are you serious?”

“I don’t joke about my inventions.”

“Yourinventions. You mean you designed this? I thought you were…” Her words taper off and she frowns.

“A what?”

Her head tilts and strands of her blond hair caress her neck and cleavage. I don’t even bother to avert my gaze. She has a beautiful pair of tits. Ones my hands and mouth are itching to touch and taste. I return my gaze to her face when she keeps silent. The look in her eyes has slightly altered, and I know the effects of the aphrodisiac are in her bloodstream now.

I’ve never been into forced sex, but God, theFuck Melook in her eyes makes me wish she’s mine to do with as I please. And I wish many, many things with this woman.

She shakes her head. “It’s… umm… Your online bio said you’re the CEO of S3, the hedge fund company.”

“Yes, that’s true. But I’m also a few other things.”

A corner of her mouth lifts, and she glances over her shoulder at the dissipating mist. “An aphrodisiac inventor, obviously. Where the hell do you learn to become an aphrodisiac inventor anyway?” She’s pulling her wrap from her shoulders in a slow, sexy movement that makes my temperature spike.

“I can tell you, but then I’ll have to fuck you. And you don’t want that, do you, Keely?”

Her mouth compresses. “That’s not even remotely funny. And it’s the sort of thing that will see you slapped with a sexual harassment suit.”

I straighten. “But I’m not your employer. We don’t even work together. I’m just your tour guide. Shall we continue?”

She stares at me for another few seconds before she nods. I walk her into the next room.

“This one is pretty much self-explanatory.”