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hard and her pussy was wet and somehow she wasn’t nearly as disturbed by his declaration as she should’ve been.
    Brayden’s eyes focused on her intently, and there was a darkness—a strange kind of desperate hunger—that she hadn’t expected to see in him.
    “If you say no?” he asked, as if the thought had never even occurred to him.
    She nodded, trying to stay strong and confident in the face of his intimidating presence. “I don’t have to agree to any of this.”
    “That’s true,” he allowed. His eyes looked her up and down, taking her breath away, as she felt him almost undressing her visually.
    Her skin broke into goose bumps and she felt her pussy moistening, tightening, everything in her growing excited by the way he was staring at her. “How many women have you brought here?” she asked, glancing down at her glass of champagne before looking at him once more.
    “I don’t see why that matters.”
    “It matters to me,” she said, her shin jutting out as she felt herself growing more frustrated with his insistence on controlling every aspect of their dynamic.
    “Why does it matter?” he asked, coming closer. His hand reached out and touched the glass she was holding, his fingers sliding over hers.
    She felt herself shake ever so slightly from his contact. “It just does,” she breathed, struggling to think straight as his body came near.
    As if he knew the effect he was having, Brayden smiled wider. “You know that I’ve been with many women. I’ve never hidden that from you or anyone else.”
    “But this is different,” she said. “This place, this new phase, whatever you call it—this isn’t the same.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t know,” she told him, her voice rising. She tried to back away and his hand shot out and grabbed her around the waist, preventing her retreat.
    “Tell me,” he insisted.
    “Because, I don’t want to be just like every other girl.” Her cheeks flamed as she admitted this to him. She looked down, feeling the beginnings of tears in her eyes.
    “Look at me, Lanie.” He touched her cheek softly.
    She forced her gaze up to meet his and was shocked at the heat there, the sense of need, of wanting, of desire that fully matched her own.
    He smiled enigmatically. “You’ll never be just like every other girl. It’s an impossibility.”
    Lanie swallowed. “I’m still confused.”
    He frowned now and his voice was sharp. “You keep saying that.”
    “Because it’s true.”
    He withdrew, moving away from her, his movements harsh and annoyed as he went to the table and poured himself another glass of champagne. “I’m not here to sell this idea to you. It’s a proposition. Take it or leave it but don’t waste anymore of my time.”
    “Waste your time?” she said, her eyes narrowing. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
    He shook his head. “I could have anyone I wanted in here with me. Models, actresses, the most beautiful and sexy women in the world—“
    “Then get one of them,” she said, turning and heading for the door.
    “Lanie!” he shouted.
    She stopped in her tracks, not looking at him. Just waiting. “What.”
    “If you leave this room…”
    “What? You’ll fire me?”
    “If you leave,” he said, his voice darker and angrier, “then this will never happen again. This thing between us will be finished. I’m serious.”
    She stood there for a moment and considered what he was telling her. This was the ultimate ultimatum. Either be demeaned, spanked, treated like every other model and wannabe actress that he’d paraded through this seedy room—or take what little self-esteem she had left and leave.
    And then you’ll never feel his touch again. Never touch him again.
    It felt like physical pain to consider that this would end everything between them. Lanie couldn’t deny that her feelings for Brayden were real, and her physical attraction to him went beyond anything she’d ever experienced before.
    But it wasn’t