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“Ofcourseyou do.”
His heavy sarcasm pisses me off.
“Look, I don’t have any interest in games, okay? You told me to come here, we’re both adults and understand what this means and what this is. So, let’s get it over with, I can take back what’s mine, we can part ways, and you never have to see me—”
“Take off your clothes.”
My eyes fly wide open, my mouth dropping into an “O” shape as any reply gets caught in my suddenly closed-off throat.
“I…” I blink, my pulse jumping from “fast”, where it was before, to “Olympic sprinter” level. “I…you mean…”
“I meantake off your clothes. Right now.”
Suddenly, all of this is so much more real than I ever thought it’d be.
“If not, there’s the door,” he growls, nodding again with his chin. “Although needless to say, in that case I’ll be doing what I please with the companies I’ve recently acquired, not to mention their employees—”
“Okay.”
He smirks, arching a brow. “Okaywhat, Dahlia.”
“Okay, I’ll do what you say.”
“Wonderful. So again, and this is the very last time I’ll be asking…” His eyes stab into mine over the rim of his crystal glass as he slowly takes a sip. “Take off your fucking clothes.”
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DAHLIA
“Take off your fucking clothes.”
For one brief second, I toy with the idea of running away. Of just dropping this whole absolutelyinsanething, bolting for the elevator, and never once looking back.
It only lasts for a second, though. Then, my hands lift to the buttons of my cardigan.
But deep down, I think that decision was made before I even came over here.
I pop the buttons open slowly—not to be a tease, but out of nerves. Because I have no idea what I’m doing, or how to be sexy. Which of course leads directly to annoying thoughts like “but why the fuck do youwantto be sexy for this?”
This isn’t a date. Deimos is not a prospective boyfriend.
This is a deal with the goddamn devil himself.
I toss the cardigan away and clear my throat as I untuck my top. I swallow and pause, my brows furrowing.
“Can I actually have that drink?”
“No.”
My eyes raise sharply to his. “What?”
“No, you can’t. Continue.”
My lips purse. “You literally just offered me a drink a minute ago.”
“Correct. Maybe next time you’ll take what’s offeredwhenit’s offered.”
I stare at him. “You’re serious.”
