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handling the paperwork. And you know how much I hate talking to your folks over the phone."
    He offered me a partial shrug as he pulled his tattered t-shirt up and off. "Here." He threw the garment to me, but I didn't catch it. "Fine, be that way."
    I sighed. How I put up with him for close to five years is anyone's guess. Love really must be blind. Same old Dennis. It's amazing how he was the one who broke it off. Seeing him now, I had no idea how I managed to deal with his constant mess and blatant disrespect.
    It didn't help the fact he'd found out about my services after he came across my ad on a site I thought for sure he'd never visit. Nothing on the web is private. He found out about me and my illegal business before I could find some way to cover myself. And now I was stuck meeting with him just about every day to keep him quiet.
    "Well, aren't you going to get undressed?" he asked, taking the cuffs in his hands. "I need to get back soon."
    And I need to get back to my sanity. "Don't we all." I closed my eyes. Looked at him again. "Damn, you're still here."
    "I guess I should be happy you don't charge by the minute."
    I glared at him. "Didn't you get my message?"
    "No, why?"
    "I canceled."
    "Then do you mind explaining these?" He nodded to the cuffs in his hand. "If you canceled, then why are these out? Confused much?"
    "It was a last minute thing."
    "What? Canceling, or getting out the cuffs?"
    "Canceling."
    "On your period?"
    "Jesus, Dennis, no."
    "Then?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "I honestly don't see the problem."
    You wouldn't. I ground my teeth. "Whatever. Just hurry up."
    "Hurry up?" He laughed. "Well, this is new. So anxious to see me leave? Who is he?"
    I glanced back at him. "What?"
    "You've obviously got plans."
    "So what if I do?"
    "I want to know who he is."
    "It's none of your concern."
    "Isn't it?" He closed the space between us and pulled my hair. "Does he know you like this? What about how much you love being tied to the bed? You haven't told him, have you?" A sly grin spread across his face. "Well then, I guess I should help you get ready for your date."
    I swallowed. I'd heard him use that voice before, and it took every ounce of reserve I had not to break down. Just let him get it out of his system. The sooner I did, the sooner he'd leave.
    Drawing in a shaky breath, I gestured toward the bed.
    Dennis pulled on my hair again. "No. I want you here." He unbuttoned my jeans and drew them down to my knees along with my underwear. "Get down on the floor like the slut you are."
    He'd had more than a few drinks. I knew that now. Sure, he'd been rough with me in the past, but he knew how far to go and what lines not to cross. Unfortunately, now wasn't one of those times.
    I could've called the cops. I should've, but his threats of outing my business—empty threats or not—kept mine at bay. It was blackmail of the worst degree, and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it. I need this job. I had nothing else.
    "I don't have time to restrain you today," he said, drawing me back to the present. The bitterness in his voice caught me off guard. "Get down."
    He pushed me down onto my hands and knees. I stared at the ground. He isn't going to restrain you. For once I was happy he had a job to get back to. Probably some extra booze too. That much I didn't doubt.
    The sound of his zipper sent a ripple up my spine, and I clawed at the carpeting. I knew what was coming, and if I knew Dennis as well as I thought I did, his jealousy would have as much a part in this as his drunken haze did.
    I tuned him out. All of it. I was vaguely aware of his hands on my hips. Of him thrusting into me. And then...nothing. As I slowly slipped into my subconscious, I pushed him from my mind. I considered thinking about my lover, but linking him to whatever Dennis was doing to me wouldn't help.
    So I waited. I could've fought back, but his frame overpowered my own. Years of working in construction had a lot to do with it. And