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“Do you think I’m the kind of man who would just leave that kind of decision up to anyone?”

My God. I couldn’t handle this. Not now. From the day I walked into his office he’d been so rude. Now he was saying this was his plan all along.

“I think you’ve had too much sex lately, Mr. Ashby,” I snapped. “It’s making you too nice, and I don’t know what to do with that.”

“You can thank me by taking my dick hard and fast later. And keep it up with the Mr. Ashby while we’re in the office. I like it.” He pushed off the desk and stood full height. He scanned my body, lingering on my breasts before he met my gaze. “How’s your ass feel today? Tender?”

With the tone in his voice, I knew exactly the response he required of me. Somehow, he’d made me his in every sense of the word. “Yes, sir.”

He grinned, wicked and delightful and my body spasmed. “I change my mind. Use the sir while you’re in the office. I like you thinking of yourself as my sub while you’re at that meeting with Jakobs.”

He threw me into a whirlwind. If I continued this with Bennett, he’d have me so dizzy I wouldn’t remember which end was up.

My phone rang. Needing a diversion from his deep brown eyes, I picked it up quickly.

“Bennett Ashby’s office, this is Rebecca.”

“Yes, this is The Chop House, calling to confirm Mr. Ashby’s reservation for two tomorrow night.”

I hadn’t forgotten his reservation, the private dinner table, with the lack of a client’s name which told me it was a date. I’d just assumed he would have asked me to cancel it, now that we were...fucking? Under contract?

“Chop House is confirming your reservation.” My voice was quiet, meek. I hated the sound as it rang in my ears. “Do you want me to cancel?”

He tilted his head. “Why would I do that? Confirm it.” He glanced at the watch on his wrist. Thick, black leather band, the platinum face shone like it was brand new. “You need to get moving to get to Jakobs’s office in time.”

He turned and left my office. I stood there, stunned at his sudden departure, my mouth gaping until the woman on the other end of the line grabbed my attention.

“Um, miss? Can you confirm the reservation?”

“Yes.” I blinked back tears as everything went blurry. “Two for tomorrow night at eight.”

“See you then, thank you.”

I hung up the phone and moved woodenly, gathered my things for the appointment.

All while spending the time during the trip across town blinking back tears and trying to figure out Bennett’s motive. Why would he keep a date with someone else when he was with me? I always knew who his reservations were with, unless it was a date. But any client meeting, I kept a record of. This was twice now he’d mentioned this date, and the only time I wasn’t given a name was when it was with a woman he would neither see again, or need any recollection of.

Damn it. I’d slept with him several times in the last three days. Been given more orgasms than I could count on one hand. I’d let him spank me. Bathe me, clean me. I’d let him care for me, thinking it meant something to him.

And in that time, when I’d made myself more vulnerable to him than I had ever to anyone in my life, he’d still been planning to push me aside for someone else.

That sexy, arrogant son of a bitch.