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Chapter Twenty

- Dante -

THE NEXT MORNING, Isent her two texts.

Me: Do you have a job?

Her: No. Not yet. Still looking.

Me: Pack a bag. Enough for two weeks. Warm weather clothes.

Her: Warm weather clothes? It’s December. My clothes haven’t arrived from England yet. Where am I going to get warm weather clothes?

Her: Two weeks? We’re going somewhere? Where?

Her: Hello? Any suggestions on the clothes?

Her: Dante?

Her: You are so infuriating.

I didn’t answer. She’d figure it out. I’d give her a little more information tonight when I saw her. If she hadn’t done what I said, then we’d leave with her having nothing to wear but what she had on.

But she’d do what I told her to do. She proved that to me last night. The call was a test. For both of us. I meant to tease her some more. Get her hot and then let her go to bed to take care of herself. I hadn’t intended to participate.

After she left, I sat in my office chair, rock hard from touching her, from tasting her. Relief was still days away. I needed a distraction. I decided to exercise some of my control. What could I make her do? How far could I push her? How serious was she about pursuing me, allowing me to decide the where, when and how?

Making her come over the phone was never my intention, but when she said “hello” in that squeaky, breathless voice, she challenged me. I wanted to know how much she wanted it and just how agreeable she’d be to achieve it.

She didn’t disappoint. If I’d kept her on the phone for another minute, I would have taken myself in hand and come hard just from the sound of her breathing. That’s how desperate I was for her. So desperate it made me weak. I fucking hated it. If I didn’t want her so much, I’d hate her, too. Part of me already did.

The man I am cringed when I contacted some associates who owed me some favors. It took hours to call them in. It was three am by the time I went to bed, but by the time the night was over, I had discrete arrangements for a private plane, a hotel suite in Barbados, and access to my private yacht which was docked for the season. The crew was scattered to the winds. I paid a small fortune for the captain to gather them for this journey. But I had to have them. They had been vetted. They were people I could trust.

It was all overkill for taking her virginity. The man I am would have maybe taken her to dinner, gotten a hotel room, fucked her senseless and then drove her home the next morning. That’s a lie. He would have sent a car to drive her home because he wouldn’t have spent the night with her.

Now, I was outside her house, ready to take her on the excursion of a lifetime just so I could be the asshole who used her then tossed her aside. But I had the chance to fulfill all the wicked fantasies I’d ever had about this woman and there was no way in Hell I was passing it up.

It was six o’clock, exactly the time I told her I’d be there. I knocked and waited. She opened the door quickly with a big smile on her face.

“Hello!” she said brightly. The man I am kicked the inside of my gut. The man I would be for the next ten days kicked him back. Harder.

“Good evening.” I stepped past her into the kitchen. Not seeing what I expected, I turned to her.

“Your bags?”

“Upstairs.”

“Which room?”

“First door on the left but wait.... Where are we going?”

She tried to follow me, but I held her back.

“Go get your purse and passport.”

“Passport? Dante, what’s going on?”

“More questions,bambina?” She knew I hated her questions. Once we got to our location, she’d learn just how much I hated them.

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