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“And why would you think that?”

“How did you get a job here? And why did you take the job? You have to have known I was working here.”

He doesn’t reply, reverting to silence in that infuriating way. The urge to scream hits me but I inhale a soft breath, trying to calm myself down.

“You know what? It’s fine. You don’t need this job anyway. So just quit and everyone can go on their merry way,” I tell him.

His eyes narrow, gray orbs darkening slightly. He grabs my arm and whirls me around so that I’m the one being pressed against the wall instead. My heart skips a beat when he rests his hands on both sides of my head, effectively caging me in.

“Who do you think you are to give me orders?” he growls.

I swallow softly. “You need to leave, Dominic. You can’t work here.”

“And why is that?”

My lips thin and I don’t reply. He knows why just as well as I do.

“Does your obvious discomfort with my being here have anything to do with what happened on Friday night?”

“Nothing happened,” I say monotonously, making sure to look him in the eye.

“Such a dirty little liar,” he murmurs. “Careful, Madelyn. You don’t want to piss me off.”

“Fuck you.”

His eyes narrow further.

“So what if we had sex? I was bored. It meant nothing,” I snarl.

“Really? It sure didn’t mean nothing when you came twice around my cock.”

My body grows warm, the weight of his presence driving my body into hyperaware mode. I glare up at him, trying to pretendto be unaffected. The keyword being “trying” because I’m pretty sure the bastard is very aware of my reaction to him.

“You’re never getting near me again,” I promise, the anger I was feeling earlier nowhere near diminished.

He smirks before leaning down and licking my earlobe. I jerk, swallowing back a moan.

“You’ll pay for all these little unnecessary lies later, Madelyn,” he promises, his voice a slithering whisper. “I’m not going anywhere. Get used to it.”

And then he’s pulling away, walking down the hallway to God knows where. I close my eyes and press a hand to my chest, trying to regulate my breathing and regain control of my body and mind. My mind whirs as I try to think of a solution to my predicament.

This cannot be happening.

CHAPTER 7

Dominic

Itwirl the globe on Joshua’s messy desk while I sit across from him. As soon as I walked in, I turned my lip up in disapproval at the state of his office. He simply rolled his eyes without commenting on it.

Right now, he’s filling me in on what are to be my duties. Duties I don’t much care for, which he’s well aware of. When he falls silent, I glance at him with a raised eyebrow.

“She was pretty upset,” he starts.

I smirk. “Who?”

Joshua rolls his eyes. “Madelyn, obviously. What did you do to her, man?”

The real question should be, what haven’t I done to her? My answer would be, not enough. Not even fucking close.

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