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me.” He dipped his head, trying to meet her gaze. “It’s unprofessional. Just because you’re pretty doesn’t mean you can get away with not even trying. Not here.”
    “Unprofessional? And threatening to… spank me is professional?”
    “I mean it, Amity.”
    “Fine.” Crossing her arms, Amity glared at him. “Is there anything else you’d like to criticize me for? My fashion sense? Is my butt too big? Do I breathe too loudly?”
    “Be quiet, young lady.”
    “I—” Then her mouth dropped open, her eyes going wide, but she didn’t say anything further.
    “You’re an adult. You’re going to start acting like one, one way or the other. You’re a smart girl. I know you’re better than this, so that’s why I’m giving you another chance here.”
    “Yes, I am an adult.” She held up a hand, palm up. “So why are you treating me like a little girl?”
    “Start giving me a reason not to, Amity.” Dane forced his voice to soften. “That’ll be all, Ms. Derrington.”
    Her brow furrowed as she gave him a parting glance, her blush still coloring her cheeks. Then she got up and fled from the room.
    He sat there, waiting for his cock to let him have some peace, knowing he’d be icing his balls later on for this. The last sight of her leaving didn’t help either. That dark skirt, tight, clutching that gorgeous ass in a snug embrace. He hoped he’d shocked her into behaving better, at starting to at least try. But he had his doubts. Serious doubts. And it wouldn’t do to lie to himself either.
    Amity needed someone to help her; that much was true. Not for the first time, he wondered if there was already someone in her life, wondered if that man would be capable of giving her what she needed. He had some idea of what would really turn her around, and he knew she wouldn’t like it one bit. But thinking back on the sites he’d found on her traffic report, he wondered. Maybe her subconscious was telling her what she needed—but the girl refused to listen.
    It was all speculation and psychoanalyzing bullshit, probably. Odds are she’d take the first option, resign, and ask Chuck Derrington to find her yet another job she was ill-prepared to hold down. Another opportunity to squander her good fortune, to fail to live up to what Dane could see was possible with her. If she’d only try! Accountability would help her in that, he knew it as surely as he knew his own name. But she first had to admit that to herself—and that was often the hardest battle.
    There was at least one thing that was crystal clear here, though. Part of him hoped she’d fuck up again too. And soon.

Chapter Three
     
     
    The bass was so loud the ice in the glasses atop the slate gray bistro table vibrated with it. The table area was jam-packed, drunk women and trashed guys constantly bumping them or stumbling by, the deafening music drowning out most of the conversation around her.
    “What do you think of him?” Kaitlyn bleated into Amity’s ear, stirring a drink with two little black straws. She smiled eagerly, nodding her head toward the subject.
    Kaitlyn’s on-again, off-again boyfriend, Michael, had decided to bring along a friend to the club. And both guys were standing near the bar, waiting to get through the crush of people to snag another drink.
    The new guy was okay. Easy on the eyes. Tall and slim, with gorgeous dark hair, but when he’d shook her hand his grip had been gentle, almost soft. That closed the door right there for Amity. It was a sign—and one she’d always believed in. A handshake said something about a guy. And his told her he wasn’t the type of guy she was looking for, no matter how handsome he was. His name was Brandon. Maybe.
    “I don’t know, Kate. He seems sweet. Might just be a bad night for me,” she lied.
    “Well, if it’s a bad night for you—” Kaitlyn held up two shot glasses, pressing one into Amity’s hand, “—then we got some work to do, bitch!”
    Amity threw back the