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everything aside
to put all of his focus on Harper for a long delayed and much needed
scene between submissive and Dominant.
    And she’d fucking taken off
his collar with tears running down her cheeks. The stricken, tragic
look on her face had frozen him in place and put every
self-preservation instinct into hyper drive. It was his stupid
reaction that allowed her out of his apartment for even a second. She
was probably halfway to the lobby by now.
    Alex shoved his chair back,
lunged for the house phone and pressed the button for his concierge.
    “ Yes, Mr. Woodman, how can
I help you this evening?”
    “ Ms. Harper is on her way
down. Make sure she doesn’t leave the building before I can
rejoin her,” he barked.
    After a slight pause, Charlie
answered. “Yes, sir.”
    Alex threw down the phone, rushed
to the elevator and depressed the down button several times,
impatience flooding through him. His normally calm reserve was mostly
gone as he began formulating what he’d say to the woman trying
to walk out on him.
    The doors opened, he stepped
inside and waited for the brisk ride down to the lobby. The minute
the doors slid open, he heard Harper’s choked sobs and repeated
pleadings to leave the building.
    “ I’m sorry, Ms.
Allison, I have to detain you for a few minutes more. I’m sure
Mr. Woodman has some very important reason for not wanting you to
leave just yet.”
    “ You’re damn right
about that,” he muttered under his breath. He stopped directly
behind her and waited.
    “ Harper.” To an
outsider, the simple statement of her name would appear calm and
neutral, but to his wayward sub she would detect the underlying
command with automatic precision.
    Just as he expected, her
arguments halted and her back straightened. While she didn’t
turn in his direction, he definitely had her full attention. Instead
of crossing the room and grabbing her by the arm like he desperately
wanted to, he waited. The tension in the room increased until nearly
palpable and still he waited for to react. Poor Charlie looked
miserable standing there, his gaze going back and forth between them.
    A few seconds later, the doorman
cleared his throat and picked up his hat. “I think it’s
time for my break.”
    Alex nodded at him, grateful as
always for the man’s amazing efficiency. He had a knack for
understanding and predicting the needs of the few homeowners his
building housed. That coupled with an amazing ability to blend into
the atmosphere no matter what situation arose made him a very
valuable employee. He’d definitely owe the man a bonus for
tonight.
    The second the door closed,
Harper’s shoulders sagged and she turned to face him. “You
need to let me go, Alex. This isn’t going to work anymore. We
both know that.”
    If he truly believed she meant
what she said, he’d cross the room, kiss her cheek and make
sure she got home safe. Then he’d arrange for his best friend
Jeremy, and a Dom he trusted more than any other, to check up on her
and make sure she wanted for nothing.
    But she wasn’t being
honest. Not with him and certainly not with herself. And he was
bullshitting himself if he really thought he could walk away so
easily. “This isn’t like you to run when things get
difficult.”
    “ Sure it is. I run all the
time. That’s what happens when people grow apart. They run.”
    “ Then it’s about damn
time you learned to run to me when you’re hurting, not away
from me.”
    “ Like you did,” she
fired back.
    “ I’m not going to
argue with you while standing in the lobby. We’re going back
upstairs like two rational adults to talk this over.” Except he
didn’t feel even slightly rational. Her rebellion fired his
blood and the idea of fucking it out of her appealed to him more than
it should. In his head he already had her bent over the bench in his
foyer with his dick shoved up her pussy.
    Without another word he captured
her wrists behind her back and marched her to the elevator.