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You can't,I realized with a start.And you don't have to.“Come with me,” I said.

Amina hopped down, following me into the foyer. As we walked through she froze in mid-step. I was confused by what had stopped her, until I glanced down. Her shoe was poised over the first row of silver tiles that formed the giant music note.

The exact spot we'd fallen last night.

The place I'd run my tongue over her throat while cupping her perfect tits.

Her eyes met mine. Was she able to read the lust in my face? Was she remembering last night with the same fervor as me?She wants to keep our relationship professional.Gritting my teeth, I spun for the double doors. My heels stomped on the smooth floors, echoing as I strolled outside. I didn’t check to make sure she was following me. My body language said I assumed she was, and if she didn’t, it was her loss, not mine.

The sky burned blue, not a cloud in sight. A quintessentially beautiful SoCal day. I didn’t waste a second enjoying it. I moved until I came to the large garage, tapping a button in my pocket to make it open. As the metal rolled up with a gentle rumble, I glanced sideways at Amina. “I don’t have time to drive you around, neither does Violet. You’ll have to take care of yourself for now.”

“Okay,” she said warily. “What does that mean—hey!” She fumbled to catch the keys I’d tossed at her.

“It means you need a car.” I bent my head towards a fire-red Tesla that glowed among my array of luxury vehicles. I delighted at how her eyes widened... how her lips parted. And I agonized over remembering what she’d told me minutes ago about how we couldn't sleep together.

I’ll kiss her again,I reminded myself. I wasn’t letting this woman go. To hell with that.

“You’re giving this to me?” she whispered.

“And this.” I drew out a silver credit card, pinching it between two fingers—the same ones that I’d curled so delightfully inside of her tight cunt. I trembled as she took the card from me. She held up the two rectangles of paper beneath it; my business card, and Violet's. “Buy yourself a phone, you can’t exist in LA without one. Text us your number when you've got one.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“‘Thanks’ will do.”

Her smile was playful. “Right. Thanks, boss.”

I didn’t want to beboss.I wanted to befuck me harder,andmore, god, more!Running fingers through my thick hair, I turned away. “I’ll see you later. Drive carefully, I don’t want to lose my new star to some tragic accident on the 405.”

She was saying something behind me. Some lighthearted joke, probably, but I was hurrying away, playing it aloof because it was the only armor I had. My moods existed on two planes—obsessed with Amina or acting like she meant nothing to me but dollar signs.

Days ago, I’d been sure my biggest desire was keeping my company afloat.

Now I had something... someone... I wanted even more.