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breathes heavily into the phone. "Can you come over?"
    "Why the fuck would I do that?" I nod at Gabriel after lowering myself into the back seat. "My office," I mouth to him.
    "Do I have to spell it out?" She's pouting. I can hear it between the words. "I haven't seen you in two weeks."
    It's longer than that. I've been avoiding her. She's crazy as fuck. I took her to bed not more than a handful of times but she won't let go. "I told you I didn't want to see you anymore."
    "You're lying." Her protest is marred by the crack in her voice. "You said I was fantastic."
    I said a lot of shit I didn't mean when I was balls deep inside of her. "You're great," I offer back. I have to get her to drop the need. I can't keep towing her along. I don't want her. I need her to fuck off and I need that to happen today.
    "Are you seeing someone else?"
    It’s a ridiculous question. I don't actually see anyone if we're going to dive into technicalities. I take women out because that's what they expect and need before they'll let me come down their throats. Having a girlfriend is out of the question. It doesn't fit into my life. "I'm not seeing anyone."
    "What's the problem then?" Her tone is ripe with impatience. "You liked fucking me, didn't you?"
    I can't lie. I can and I have but I don’t see a purpose in lying about sex. "You're a great fuck, Britt."
    "I'm wet right now thinking about your big cock."
    She's not holding back. If I hadn't given everything I had to the nameless waitress last night I might be inclined to give Britt one last ride, but after seeing Libby today, my cock has one goal and that's to be buried anywhere inside of that body. "It's over, Britt."
    "What's over? Our call? Do you have to go?" She's panicking; I can hear it pulling on the edges of the questions. "I can call you back later if you want."
    I fucking hate this part. "We had fun but it's over."
    "We are over?" She screams the words into the receiver. "We are not over, Alec."
    "We are." I glance out of the window as we near the building that houses my offices. "I'm not looking for anything more."
    "What the hell does that mean?" she barks the question out.
    "It means I really enjoyed fucking you but I'm moving on." I slide across the seat. "Don't call me again."
     
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    "You're telling me that her father is Jensen Duncan?" I point at the chair in front of my desk. "Sit down."
    "Libby Duncan's father is Jensen Duncan." Lance nods vigorously. "He owns the Duncan hotel chain."
    "What the fuck?" I glance down at the growing pile of messages Lance collected for me while I was at the rehearsal hall. "I got this many calls when I was out?"
    "More than that," he points out. "I handled a few on my own."
    Does he want a fucking prize for doing his goddamned job? I'd hired a male assistant out of necessity, not preference. I'd bedded each of my last two female assistants and it got messy fast. Once the fun was over, I'd negotiated new positions for them with other divisions within the corporation. That meant one was working in our office in Los Angeles and the other in Chicago. Hiring a man was more cost efficient and it actually kept my eye on the prize. I'm getting more work done than I have in years.
    "She's twenty-two. She has a degree in hospitality management." Lance continues, "I found out that she moved out here about a year ago. She fast tracked college after graduating from high school early."
    "Early?" I push back. "Why?"
    "She was in a private school in Colorado." His eyes scan a paper in front of him. "She's gifted."
    "Gifted?" Her ass is a gift to the universe. I'll give her that.
    "Her IQ is off the charts." He shrugs. "How do you know her anyways?"
    "I don't know her…" I point towards my office door signaling for him to leave. "I'm about to know her very well."
    I run my thumb along my smartphone pulling up a number before the sound of a phone ringing fills the air. "This is Gabriel." He answers on the first ring.
    "I need you to go back to the