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“Yes, but I don’t want to. And sinceyouwork forme, I don’t have to.”
“You’re being completely unreasonable!”
He was not being unreasonable. He was tired and cranky and sexually frustrated because Alice refused to give in to her desires.
Hewas the one in charge, and while she was quite possibly the only woman his daughter tolerated, Alice worked forhim.Hewas her first priority, not Carly. Perhaps it was time to remind her of that.
“You don’t like it? There’s the door. There are any number of women who would love to have your job, and they’d be glad to suck my dick any time I asked them, too.”
She went still. Her face went curiously blank. “Seriously? You think you can replace me that easily?”
A warning niggled at the back of his brain, but he ignored it. Instead, he grinned and walked over to the French doors leading out to the balcony. He opened them up then leaned over the railing to address the crowd of adoring fans below.
“Hey, any of you interested in being my new personal assistant?”
A roar of excited screams rose up.
He closed the doors and turned around, smiling triumphantly. “Yep.”
Satisfied that he had made his point, he walked over to the door. “My mane is getting a little shaggy. It needs a deep conditioning treatment. Fly Stef out from LA. Oh, and I want good prime rib for breakfast, not that shit they sent up yesterday. Noon will be fine.”
