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It’s still inappropriate, but I get the feeling a man like Travis doesn’t get toldnovery often.

Or ever.

“I’m sorry, you scared me,” I admit, leaning back into the cushions.

“Understandable. And it wasn’t my intention. I...” Travis trails off for a moment, then he says, “wanted to know if you were okay. Fuck, I was expecting you to call.”

I smile, liking that I ruffled such a powerful man.

“I’m sure that doesn’t happen often.”

There’s silence. “I never give women my number.”

Oh.

Asking if he meets women at his sex club is probably not the way I want this conversation to go. For now, I’m not going to let him know I’m aware of who he is or what he does.

One could assume that he doesn’t participate in activities at the Alliance Club. I’m an intelligent woman, and having spent a few hours with Travis Warner, I have no doubt that he does.

I promise to treat you like a queen, then fuck you like a wench.

“And yet you have a card.”

“Which less than twenty people in the world have,” he replies.

“So why did you give me one?” I tuck my legs up and grin stupidly into the empty room.

I know I’m playing with fire, but I don’t care. A part of me is thrilled that he’ssointerested he memorized my number and called. He could be a crazy stalker, but the psycho part that every woman has inside of us, who dreams of being kidnapped then thoroughly fucked, can’t help but be turned on by this kind of thing.

Travis is the epitome of the alpha tattooed rogue you want stroking his thick cock, telling you to get on your knees.

Oh god, don’t think of that right now.

An accidental moan escapes my lips.

“Jesus,” Travis rasps. “Brooklyn. Come out to dinner tonight with me.”

“Call me Brook,” I say, my full name sounding too formal. “And I told you I didn’t date.”

“Let me be very clear, this isn’t a date.” His voice is rough and confident, leaving no room for confusion.

My body is thrumming, my panties soaked. That image is still in my head, except this time he’s lying over me, sucking my nipples as his cock threatens to impale me.

Yes, please.

We both know I’m not capable of saying no to his invite, so when I don’t respond immediately, he takes it as a yes.

“Seven o’clock. No panties.” Travis hangs up.

Well, I’m not doing that...

CHAPTER SEVEN

TRAVIS

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I cut into my steak and lift my fork to my lips, then chew slowly as I watch the sexy woman seated across from me. It took all my willpower to not check if Brook was wearing panties on the ride to the restaurant.