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For some inexplicable reason, I find myself nodding. “Fine. I’ll put our deal in writing.”

“I don’t trust you,” she says quietly.

The honesty of her words stings more than they should.

“And I don’t trust you either,” I say. “But baby, I want you. I want you so bad I can’t see straight. My cock is hard as a fucking rock right now. I’ll put it in writing when we get to my place.” I open the car door. “Get in.”

Chapter Five

RACHEL

Is he kidding? I’m not getting into a car with him. I shake my head. “My place. Non-negotiable.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands.”

“Well, you’re wrong then,” I snap. “Because I am.”

He stares at me for a moment, his blue eyes unreadable, as he leans against this car.

I can’t help but stare back at him, at his pure masculine power.

It hits me like a hurricane.

But I have an upper hand. He just admitted that he wants to fuck me. And when a man is in the mood for sex, he’s much easier to manipulate. I have no doubt that Bracken will agree to come up to my place if that’s what it takes to get me in bed.

“Well?” I ask impatiently.

“I’m thinking,” he murmurs.

“What is there to think about?” I challenge, stepping closer to him.

God, my heart is beating so hard I can feel it in my throat.

“Whether or not it’s worth it,” he says nonchalantly. “Having you for one night. Clearing your debt. It’s a hefty sacrifice.”

I scowl at him. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you made the offer.”

He doesn’t respond right away, just continues to stare at me with those intense eyes of his.

Then, “I’m not sure one night will be enough.”

I shake my head. “Oh, no. That was the offer. You offered and I accepted. You can’t change it now.”

“Fine,” he growls.

God, I hate him.

He follows me back into the shop.

My apartment is above the bakery. I moved in when Mom passed on. It’s easier that way, especially with how early I have to get up to start the bake.

He grins at me then, a predatory gleam in his eyes that sends a shiver through me.

Chapter Six

BRACKEN

Rachel ascends the narrow staircase at the back of the bakery, her movements hurried and stiff. I don’t say a word, just follow her silently. This is not the time for small talk.

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