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started to move away from him and his arms stopped her. She glared at him. "Of course I'm not a virgin. I'm almost twenty-five years old."
    "Well, that answers one question. At least I'm not really old enough to be your father."
    Taken aback, she hesitated. "Why? How old are you?" She technically already knew (she was excellent at research), but he didn't need to know that.
    "Thirty-four for a few more days. I'll be thirty-five next week."
    Rebecca tried to imagine Mason having a birthday. Did he celebrate with a cake and candles or did he go all out and have a party? She couldn't imagine either. Everything about him said ‘I'm serious all the time, so don't try to make me have fun.’ Except of course his damned sex appeal. It was easy to imagine the intensity he would turn on her in the bedroom. She squirmed on his lap as the image of them in a bed made her body tingle, until she realized the firm ridge poking at her bottom wasn't his leg.
    She froze.  
    "I was wondering when you'd notice."
    Rebecca felt the heat of a blush creeping up her neck and into her face. No, she definitely wasn't a virgin, but five minutes into this, he might figure out that despite many lovers she really had no idea what pleasure felt like.  
    "So you're not a virgin." He seemed to mull over that thought and she wanted to lance the word from the English vocabulary. How embarrassing he thought she might still be one. Did she come off that childish to him? Or had he been hoping she was a virgin? Ugh. Now she was getting weirded out.
    "Maybe I was wrong in coming here tonight. I mean, I get why you offered me this contract. Keep your enemies close and all that jazz."
    His fingers pressed against her mouth. "You certainly think too hard, Miss Adams." He lifted her from his lap and with a firm hand on her hip, arranged her to stand in front of him. "I don't see you as an enemy at all. Maybe a thorn in my side for a while. But that's not what this is about and I'm fairly certain you knew that already. Now tell me what's really going on inside that head of yours." He leaned forward and tapped his finger against her temple.
    She thrust out her chin. "I'm trying to decide whether you are happy or disappointed in my lack of virginity."
    To her surprise, his expression didn't change. "I don't mind some amount of feistiness in a sub, but not when it comes at the expense of the truth. If you've changed your mind and don't want to be here, you know where the door is. You're welcome to use it."
    Rebecca fought to keep her mouth closed as his words sunk in. So he did have a bite. She expected as much. To her surprise, the slight burn of unshed tears formed behind her eyes. Why did she care what he thought? Ultimately, this was supposed to be about her sister and what answers lie within his family secrets.  
    "I'm sorry," she whispered.
    "The correct answer would be, ‘Please forgive me, Sir.’"  
    She tried to stare into his eyes but their intensity and power overwhelmed her. This was so much harder than she expected. She lowered her gaze to the floor. "Please forgive me, Sir."  
    "You have a lot to learn, my dear. I fear too much actually."
    "But—"
    "However," he said, cutting her off, "I knew this to be the case when I offered you the contract. And to answer your question, your inexperience presents a challenge I am looking forward to." He released her hip and sat back in his chair. "Now, since you can't focus on the contract at the moment, let's try something else before I send you home for the evening."
    Rebecca swallowed—hard. Her hands were sweating and the fear she was about to be dismissed made her stomach knot and cramp. Yes, this was damned important to her cause, but it was also more than that. She'd thought of him almost non-stop since the night in the club he touched her and she needed to get that out of her system or she'd never be able to finish her mission of finding her sister's Master. She couldn't lose her focus now. She was too