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“Why don’t you work with your family?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Gia stiffened and tried to move away, but I held on tight. “I wanted to run my own business.”

“I can understand that. But your father—”

Gia huffed out a breath. “My father wants me to work for him. He doesn’t allow much room for innovation or other ideas. I want to be my own boss. I don’t want to answer to my father and three older brothers.”

I hadn’t thought of it that way. “My brothers and I all do something different.”

“You come from money. There’s freedom to that.”

“Don’t you? Your father’s business is successful.”

Gia snorted. “I worked for him. He paid us less than the other workers, and he said he could because we were family. But he doesn’t skimp on high-quality ingredients.”

“Your brothers never complained.”

“I suspect he paid them more. I think it had something to do with me being a female. He said I could make it up in tips.”

“Did you?”

“I wasn’t happy about working there, and it showed. I wanted to manage the place. I had so many ideas. I wanted to renovate and pay the employees more.”

“He wouldn’t listen to your ideas?” I knew what it was like to have ideas and need to act on them immediately.

“No. So I couldn’t stay there.”

“I get that.” And I respected her more for it.

“Now I make all the decisions. I hire my employees and pay them what they’re worth. Same with my independent contractors.”

I suspected I paid Harrison more than she did. But I’d done that on purpose to draw him away from Gia. I could afford it, but I suspected Gia paid her employees more at the expense of her own business and her salary.

“Are you drawing a salary?” I asked, concerned that she wasn’t taking care of herself.

She tensed. “I have to. You know that.”

“But are you taking advantage of it, or are you paying yourself less than your employees?”

“I have a home, and I buy nice things. I’m fine.”

“You have to take care of yourself.”

“I didn’t come here to talk about me.” She turned to straddle my lap, her pussy sliding over my already-hardening cock.

“You wanted to forget everything.”

She slid over my cock. “Uh-huh.”

“I can help.” I sucked on one nipple, wanting to slide inside her but knowing we needed a condom. She didn’t trust me like that. Not yet. And since this was one night, it wouldn’t be smart. She wasn’t looking for a relationship, and neither was I.

I wanted her to ride my cock.

“I need to grab a condom.”

She held tight to my shoulders. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

“Are you sure?” I knew she wasn’t reckless.

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