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Of course, she'd had an unconventional upbringing by an unconventional woman, and she had an unconventional career and life. So why not an unconventional relationship, too? It seemed to fit, didn't it?

Dane could see through to her core, peer into her soul, and see what darkness sat within her—a darkness that begged to be punished. She sighed again, her eyes still closed against the light coming in around the edges of the office curtains.

She snuggled up against his chest, thinking about what life with Dane would be like. Could it be this good all the time? Could she be a cold, ruthless bitch outside this home, then return to have her own little world where she got on her knees anytime he demanded?

She realized she was getting excited again just thinking about the possibility of it happening.

But it could happen, and she knew it. She opened her eyes and leaned back.

“What?” Dane asked, his hands coming up to cup her ass as he held her on his lap.

“Nothing, sir,” she whispered, a faint smile dancing on her lips.

Emily realized she could have this life with him, and have it forever. She just needed to figure out how to do it, and how to keep him out of prison.

Chapter Twenty

Emily

The next day, she worked from home, like she'd told Edward she would. She spent the morning catching up on emails and voicemails, looking over presentations, and reviewing revenue projections. There was an upcoming shareholders' meeting, as well, that really needed to be looked at.

She took a break a couple of hours in, the pot of coffee she'd had for breakfast sitting in her stomach like lead. She ran her hands through her hair, groaning at the amount of catching up she still had to do. Apparently, being kidnapped for a week and kept hostage in your home by a sexy psychopath tended to make the work build up for you.

Dane came in as she was taking her break, staring off blankly at the wall. In his hand, he held two plates, each adorned with a delicious-looking BLT.

“Sorry,” he said, as he came in. “But I know you’re sick of smoothies.”

She grinned at him as he came around the desk. “They smell delicious,” she said, closing up her planner and setting it aside.

He set the plate down in front of her. “Two slices of whole wheat bread, fresh tomatoes, lettuce, and lots of bacon,” he said. “Couldn't be more simple.”

A pleasurable memory of the evening before flashed in her mind as he went back around and set his plate right where she'd had her body planted. She could almost feel his touch again, feel the way he stretched her, and how he spanked her receptive body. With a small smile, she turned her attention to the sandwich and took a tiny bite.

“What do you think?” he asked, as he pulled up the chair and settled in.

She gave him a thumbs-up and took another bite, her stomach growling as the salty, fried bacon invaded her senses.

They descended on their sandwiches like wild animals, tearing through them. They'd both woken up early, and Dane had spent much of the day outside in the garden, while she'd worked in the office. Soon, they were each through the first halves of their sandwich. As Emily lifted her second one to her mouth, she noticed Dane had paused. “You okay?” she asked.

“I've been thinking,” he said. “I think I know how to make theTimesrun the story.”

Not liking something about the way he'd said it, Emily set her sandwich back down on her plate. “Well?” she asked.

“A hostage situation,” he said, his voice flat and matter-of-fact.

Emily was already shaking her head before he could continue. “No way in fucking—”

“It would force them to cover it, Emily,” he said, cutting her off. “Including the details of what was happening and why it happened. They couldn't be accused of harassing BioSphere, either, because they'd just be covering the story of you getting kidnapped and held for ransom.”

“Ransom?” Emily asked, laughing.

“Thirty million dollars,” he said. “Should get their attention.”

“Who the hell would pay that kind of money for me?”

He shrugged. “You. Who else? I went through your finances.”

“Of course, you did,” she muttered. “Because you're Dane, the psycho I'm sleeping with.”

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