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does that mean?"
    He moved closer again, invading her personal space. "What do you want it to mean? If I wish to show you off or share a piece of you, will you safeword out of the scene? Or can you face your secret desires held deep inside?"
    She felt her jaw drop slightly at the obvious dare in his question. "I may want to explore submission, but that doesn't mean I'll let you goad me into something I cannot tolerate."
    This time a wide smile covered his face. "Good. That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
    "What?"
    "I needed to know if you'd stand up for yourself. As my submissive, I expect a certain amount of compliance. But that doesn't mean you should do everything I say just because I say so. A submissive is still in charge when it comes to giving her submission. You have that power. I just wanted to hear you say it."
    Annoyed, Rebecca brushed some unruly curls from her face. "Is this what a relationship with the Almighty Mr. Sinclair consists of? Constant testing."
    "Yes."
    She opened her mouth and closed it again. What could she say to a man this arrogant without screwing it up? His confidence and blunt honesty both pissed her off and made her wetter than she thought possible.
    He pulled out one of the plush leather dining chairs and took a seat. "Look. If I wanted to get involved with someone who presented absolutely no challenge, I could go downstairs and take my pick. Instead you came along, butted into my life and made me eternally curious. You, Miss Adams, should have been gone by now. But you appear to have taken up residence in my club and that piqued my interest."
    "I told you I was investigating a story. It's no secret I'm interested in the club and its mysterious owners."
    "And now you know more about us than you probably ever imagined."
    "Maybe. Maybe not." She felt the conversation spiraling out of control. "That recent press conference with Savannah Lewis created more drama than ever around you and your friends and left me with more questions than answers." She gripped her right hand and twisted the ring on her fourth finger as she always did when a situation made her nervous or frustrated.  
    "Why do you need the answers?"
    Rebecca's stomach jerked. Shit. She needed to back away from this line of questioning before he got too close.
    She shrugged. "I've never had anyone ask me to sign so intimate a contract before. It seems so foreign to spell out everything you want to do to me in writing, instead of letting a relationship grow organically."
    His right eyebrow cocked. "I've learned from years of experience that these kinds of relationships, as you put it, are too easily misjudged by all parties. When expectations are laid out in writing, there is less room for error. It's as much for your protection as mine."
    "Do you always speak in cold legalese? How do I know it won't be like that in the bedroom?"
    Mason's face clouded over for a quick moment before he schooled his features and leaned forward to grab her hand.
    "You doubt my prowess in bed?"
    The spark of his touch raced up her arm and spread a surprising warmth throughout her. What was it about this man that made her so desperate when he got close?
    God, she had a feeling she just unleashed a starving tiger who was ready to pounce on his next meal. At least he stopped asking about her reasons for still being here. "I don't know what to think. I barely know you and your need for a contract is overwhelming. It's weird." At least that was the truth. The last thing she wanted to do was get trapped in any kind of lie.
    "It really doesn't have to be. Keep going. You were asking your questions and I promised to answer them." He ran a finger down her arm. "For you I am an open book."
    She highly doubted that, but for now she continued with her plans. "I don't know where to begin, that damn paper spelled out sex and—"
    "You don't want to have sex?"
    Of course she did. "The thought had crossed my mind," she said.
    "Are you a virgin?"
    Was he serious? She