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“I had no idea you were.” Or what night he was referring to.

“Everything about my daughter concerns me,” he said. “And she was very upset that you couldn’t meet her.”

“I’m sorry about that. Truly. But did we come here to talk business or to talk Sasha?”

The man leaned nose to nose with me. “Everything about my daughter concerns me.”

I knew then that this deal would not move forward without convincing him of my sincerity.

“Sasha is very important to me,” I said. “I’ll admit that in the past, I haven’t had the best reputation with women, but Sasha is someone who was my friend before she became my lover. I never wanted to hurt her.”

The man watched me closely for a while, then nodded as if satisfied. “Good. As long as you swear to take care of my daughter.”

I frowned, confused.Take care of her? Did Sasha not tell her father about our breakup yet?

It seemed she didn’t because the man was being far too friendly.

But why didn’t she? The answer came to me right after I thought up the question. She likely didn’t want her father setting her up with any more men, which he would immediately do if he found out about our breakup.

“I will, to the best of my ability,” I responded, recovering quickly and creating a strategy. If Sasha hadn’t told her father about our break up, there was no reason for me to do so. It would, at the very least, buy me time to find another investor before he pulled out. I just had to play along until then.

There was a distant pang of guilt, but I reminded myself that I didn’t owe Georgia anything. It’ll just be no strings attached fun.

Still. The guilt remained.

17

GEORGIA

Luckily no one was outside Donovan’s office when I left.

Ellen wasn’t at her desk, and I suppose Donovan didn’t have any meetings this early, either. That was good. Having a potential audience for my walk of shame would add another layer of mortification to the humiliation I already felt.

I adjusted my skirt as I left Donovan’s door, willing my feet to be steady. I immediately headed to the bathroom at the corner, desperate to make sure I didn’t look like I’d just been fucked.

Jesus.

I can’t believe I let myself get that carried away in a place where I worked, where anyone could have heard us or walked in and gotten a full frontal. And I provoked it too. What on earth was wrong with me?

The bathroom was thankfully empty, but I still approached the sink under the guise of washing my hands. My face was a sight. My lipstick was smudged off my lips, and my mascara was running a little bit at the corners of my eyes. My shirt was rumpled too, but I couldn’t do anything about that now. I wiped my face and tried my best to straighten everything, pausing to take a deep breath and recalibrate my thoughts.

It hadn’t sunk in yet.

I’d just had sex with Donovan Dresden. Mind-blowing, earth-shaking, double-orgasm-having sex. Not only that, but I proposed an affair to him after the whole thing and told him we should have no-strings-attached sex regularly.

I slapped my cheeks, feeling the humiliation burn through me. God, what the hell was I thinking?

Strangely enough, I didn’t have any regret for what I did, at least not with the sex part.

Even with my shattered integrity and sanity, it was hard to regret something that felt that good. But I didn’t know if I could handle doing it again. Despite my bluff in his office, I didn’t know if I could simply have no-strings-attached sex with Donovan without losing my head again. Donovan Dresden had always been like a drug to me, and if I were smart, I would stay far away.

But then, it wasn’t like I could truly stay away from him either. We worked together, and Lord knew I tried to control myself around him. I resolved for weeks on end not to notice his fingers, the way his eyes sometimes watched me underneath that hooded gaze, and the way he licked his lips distractedly when he was reading something scintillating. Every time he glanced at me from the corner of his eyes, it sent lust pounding in my pussy. Everything about him drew me, and it was torture working so close to him and not getting to touch him.

I was able to hold back when I knew he had a girlfriend, but now that he didn’t…I didn’t know if I could do it.

I was too weak to resist him.

So why not just give in and enjoy it while it lasts? At least now I knew who he was, so I likely wasn’t going to fall in love with him again. Plus, I needed to get closer to him to find out the information I needed anyway.

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