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“Will you excuse me, sir?”

As I’m nearing the stairs, I feel a hand on my upper arm. “What the…”

He pulls me into the hallway and presses me up against the wall. Before I can speak, his hands are on my face, and his lips are on mine.

I try to fight it, try to push him away, but his body pressed up against mine has my legs going weak. I wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself up. My body is still sore as hell from last night. And my pussy has been wet all morning. Although I can’t remember what all he did, my body sure as hell can. His kiss is slow and sweet. He takes his time as his tongue makes long strokes.

He pulls away and a moan slips past my lips. “You taste as good as I remember,” he mumbles. “Like candy.”

I don’t say anything as I stare into his eyes. He gives me a warm smile. “You left this morning without saying good-bye.”

“If I remember correctly, we never really said hello,” I whisper.

He chuckles. “You’re correct.” He leans back into me. “Hello,” he whispers, sending chills down my body.

“Hello,” I answer breathlessly.

“I have something you might like,” he says with a smirk on his face.

“I’m pretty sure I liked it,” I respond still feeling the aftereffects from last night.

“Pretty sure?” He frowns. “Well, I will have to remind you of how much you liked it later.” He runs his fingers down the side of my cheek. “You screamed my name so loud my ears are still ringing.” I inhale sharply. He lowers his face to mine and runs the tip of his nose down the side of my face. “You fucking loved every bit of it, darling,” he growls as his hands tighten on my hips.

My body trembles. He nuzzles my hair and inhales deeply. “You still smell like sex.” He pushes his erection into my lower belly. “Like me. And that shirt looks absolutely amazing on you.”

His hands slip under the hem of his shirt I’m wearing. They softly make their way up my sides, and he cups my breasts. Thank God, I lost my bra in his bedroom. “We can’t,” I choke on the words as his aggressive hands massage them roughly.

He lets out another chuckle. “I know.” He pulls back from me and my tits instantly go cold when he pulls his hands away and reaches into his pocket. Pulling out something black that is inside his fist, he holds it out in front of me. “This is what I thought you would want.”

I look at his hand and he opens it to reveal my black panties. I gasp before I snatch them out of his hand. “How did you know?” I narrow my eyes at him.

Did he know who I was last night? Is that why he slept with me?

It wouldn’t be the first time a guy wanted to sleep with me because of my father’s fame.

He looks at me with a confused face. He goes to speak, but I hold up my hand. “I’m glad you had fun last night, but my father has already signed you, so that won’t be happening again.” I place my hands on his chest and shove him away from me.

“Wait. What?” he asks sounding confused. I go to walk away from him, but he grabs my upper arm.

“Erik, you ready to finish up this meeting?” I hear my dad ask.

He sighs as he holds onto my arm. “Yeah. Sure, Mr. Knight.” He looks down at me and whispers, “This conversation isn’t over,” as he releases me.

I take the stairs two at a time and head straight for my shower. I turn the water on scalding hot and jump in, scrubbing every inch of my body until it’s raw. He was right, I still smell like him, and I want it gone. The bastard used me. I mean, in a way, I used him as well—self-satisfaction. But he used me to help further his career.

CHAPTER SEVEN

DASH

Just my fucking luck! The girl I slept with at my party is the one and only Tabatha Knight. Mr. Knight’s daughter. My new boss!

“Dude. I had no idea,” Blake says as he sits next to me on my couch while he holds my laptop. “I told you that I had never met her.”

“Go to images,” I say pointing to her name on my screen.

He does and pictures of her start to pop up—her in the winner’s circle with racers; her dad by her side; her out at parties with a dark-haired man by her side. “Is that her ex?” I ask.

“One sec,” he says before he clicks on the link to his name. “Rodger Heath the third. Son of Rodger Heath the second and Shawna Heath…”

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