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“I know.” Georgia caught her hand. “But please don’t tell anyone. A lot is going on behind the scenes, and I don’t want to muddy the waters.”

Judy went to the sink to wash her mug. “I have no idea what that means, but yes, I promise I won’t mention Rainer chains you up in a sex dungeon every night.”

“Judy.” Her friend was kidding, but if Georgia wasn’t careful, her wild blushes would give her away.

She held up a hand. “Or anything else that might lead people to get the wrong idea that is actually the right one.”

Waving her arms dramatically, she exited, leaving her alone. Groaning, Georgia let her head fall on the break room table, only for it to stick to the surface. Fredo never wiped properly when he spilled on the table, just like in the garage after an oil change.

“Perfect, just perfect,” she mumbled.

CHAPTERTHIRTY

Rainer took a good look at himself in the bathroom mirror, examining his hairline. His roots had grown to the point where he was starting to look bizarre, brown hair with red roots.

“Like Swiss chard that has spoiled,” he muttered, resolving to take care of the matter by calling in his hairstylist for a home visit.

Maybe I’ll try green this time.That way when his roots began to show, he would look Christmassy.

But when the stylist came by a few hours later, he surprised them both by telling him to go back to the original red. The final result ended up a bit darker than he remembered his hair being, but his stylist assured him that it would blend in seamlessly when it began to grow out.

Feeling rather good, he checked in with Ephraim and discovered the older man was meeting a friend for dinner. Whistling, he ordered a private meal for two from Massoud.

He didn’t mind sharing meals with Georgia’s dad, aware that they were accustomed to spending every dinner together. But he was hoping it wouldn’t be every night.

Rainer was whipping up a welcome-home cocktail when Georgia came through the door, shoulders slumped. Dropping her bag on the floor, she stumbled into his arms like a dejected puppy.

“Aw, baby. What happened?” he asked, his arms wrapping around her in a firm hug.

“Aside from the fact I’m whoring myself out to start a business?” she mumbled into his chest.

“Hey.” Rainer gave her a warning squeeze. “None of that. I am the one who shanghaied your entire life and turned it upside down. For fuck’s sake, I tie you to my bed every night. If anyone is taking advantage, it’s me.”

“It’s not taking advantage…not if the other person lets you tie them up,” she pointed out, letting her head fall back so she could look up at him. Her eyes flared. “Your hair is red again.”

He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Yup. I was going to go for another crazy color, but decided it was too much work.”

Her hand flattened over her heart, the warmth of it permeating to his core. “I think you look amazing.”

Cheeks heating, he ducked his head.

Georgia grinned. “Are you blushing? That’s so adorable!”

“A redhead’s curse.” He tapped her behind in warning. “But don’t think you can distract me with compliments. I want the name of every person who called you a whore, and I want them now.”

Her eyes widened. “Nobody called me that. Not to my face.”

She was a terrible liar. “It was the shithead Mitch, wasn’t it?”

“No, it’s just the way I felt…cause Mitch strongly implied it,” she admitted in a small voice.

Red rage tightened his muscles. “I’m going to fuckingkillhim.”

She threw her arms around his neck. “Mitch is and always has been an asshole. I didn’t tell you so you would confront him. What he said—which wasn’t as bad as calling me a whore—wouldn’t have bothered me if I didn’t feel that way already. After all, I wouldn’t have this opportunity if we weren’t together.”

“Don’t be too sure of that,” he said. “You are incredibly talented. I’m just the lucky bastard who realized it before anyone else and snapped you up. Regardless, you’ll feel differently once you see the contract you’re signing.”

She frowned. “Why?”

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