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Try.

“Luis will pick you up at the motel,” he’s saying now, “unless you change addresses before morning, in which case you can text him. You will find his number in the file I’ve sent to your phone. It includes details about the children, as well as their schedules and all the relevant telephone numbers. Obviously, I expect you to study it tonight in preparation for their arrival tomorrow.”

“Obviously.”

Before or after you fuck me senseless?Sleep is clearly not going to be on my agenda tonight.

The rest of the meal is taken up with various logistics pertaining to the apartment block security, codes, etc. Then Roman picks up his phone and gives an order. He stands up as the last of the plates are cleared away and walks me downstairs, where a black SUV is parked by his own.

“Luis will take you where you need to go.” He opens the rear door.

“You mean that I’m not—that we won’t be—”Oh wow, Lucia. Subtle.

“Since you’re clearly aGone with the Windfan, let me give you another quote, Miss Lopez.” His mouth settles back into his customary sardonic smirk. “Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it.” The smirk deepens. “But not now.”

I stare at him, torn between indignation and crippling desire.

He grins. “Tomorrow is another day, Miss Lopez.”

Then he shuts the door.

I settle back into the leather seat, every part of me unsettled and restless.

That’s the second damn time I’ve wasted my best lingerie.

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ROMAN

Ihave three missed calls from Pavel, but I wait until I’m back in the penthouse to call him. After spending my evening battling a serious desire to tear Lucia’s dress off and fuck her senseless, I’m going to need something stronger than champagne. And part of me is dreading whatever information he might have found. Not for the first time since I had the bright idea of making Lucia Lopez my personal beck-and-call girl, I wonder what the fuck I’m doing. Or more importantly, why.

Forget that. I know exactly why.

It took every ounce of self-restraint I possess not to make her mine the second she walked into my office this evening. But she’s going to have a busy night, and I’ve made a life out of practicing self-restraint. When I do take that body and make it my own, I want to be certain I have Lucia’s undivided attention. And I’m not going to deny that there’s a certain dark satisfaction in knowing I’ve left her wanting.

It’s a good thing I deleted the video of her in my office. Otherwise, I’m not certain I’d be able to resist the temptation of watching her again.

I pull my jacket off and pick up my phone. I need a distraction, fast.

“I don’t know who the old man is, boss.” Pavel’s voice on speakerphone echoes off the empty walls. “I don’t even have a name for him, other than Juan, which I learned from the day nurses she’s been hiring lately.”

I frown out the penthouse window at the city lights. “So it’s a recent thing, her caring for him?”

“I don’t think so. Her medical card has been used on his behalf several times over the past two years. His name isn’t registered anywhere, even on a medical card.”

“I thought that was illegal?” I shake my head. “Scrap that.” The irony of me concerning myself with what is or isn’t illegal doesn’t escape me. But there’s something about Lucia Lopez’s situation that feels odd.

And I don’t like odd.

Even if it waltzes into my office with siren-red lipstick and wearing a “tear it the fuck off me” dress that still has me hard.

“Boss?” Pavel asks tentatively.

“What?” I bark, trying not to think of how those siren red-lips would look wrapped around my cock. I keep imagining her dressed in silk and lace, dripping in quality jewelry instead of knockoff Fabergé earrings, no matter how good the fake replicas might be. There’s something about the idea of seeing Lucia dressed in clothes I’ve bought her, wearing diamonds I’ve chosen, that gives me an almost savage rush of pleasure. Although, not nearly as much pleasure as does the idea of stripping that silk and lace slowly away from her body, leaving just the diamonds around her neck as I fuck her, slowly and thoroughly, in every part of this penthouse.

Christ.I grip the window divider hard enough to turn my knuckles white. I need to get that littlevedmaout of my head. I was so damn terrified she wasn’t going to sign that contract I wound up handing my new secretary her ass this afternoon, meaning I’ve just added yet another crisis to a day that’s tested me more than any I can recall in recent times.

All because for some reason I cannot understand, I want Lucia Lopez in my bed more than I can remember ever having wanted anything in my life.

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