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Trey walked toward her and looped his arm around her waist, pulled her to his chest, and cupped her jaw.
“They know you’re mine.”
Mine.
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Trey walked around his desk, noting the time. Dahlia had spent her dinner break in his office, but her break was almost over. This was the third night this week he’d summoned her up to his office. It was a strange turn of events since she’d forced him to define their relationship. Trey still intended on keeping it lowkey, mainly for her own safety. But even he knew he could only sustain it for so long before he’d have to face Oz’s ultimatum.
“When are you going to let me cook for you?”
Trey smirked. “You didn’t like your dinner?”
“I did, but I want to do something for you. I’ve heard the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
You have my heart, Dahlia.
Trey glanced down at his phone and lifted his chin. “Your break’s over.”
“Kicking me out?”
“We both have to work. I have a call to make.”
“Business?”
Trey nodded.
“Can I ask you something?” Dahlia wiped her mouth, tossed her napkin on her plate, and stood. “Do you guys own a lot of land or something? Is that how you make your money outside of the club?”
Trey slowly angled his head, watching her fiddle with the sculpture on the corner of his desk.
“Why do you ask?”
“The other night, Rogue met with some guy.” She raised her brows. “He called me exquisite.”
Trey smirked, watching her lip curl in disgust.
“You are exquisite.”
Her cheeks pinkened. “It sounds sexier when you say it.”
Trey smiled and clasped his hands, waiting for her to finish.
“Anyway, he mentioned your property, or territory, as he called it. I was just wondering. I don’t know much about the laws, but since he intends to basically own a brothel… Can you get in trouble if it gets raided?”
Territory. Brothel. Fucking Rogue! Trey hadn’t even considered the idea Rogue would allow her to be present while talking with Palmer. What the fuck was he thinking?
“We have a lot of property.”
“So, is that another business of yours?”
“Something like that.” He glanced down at his phone, knowing one sure fire way to end this subject. “Misti’s break starts in two minutes, and she can’t go until you show up. Have you ever seen her upset?”
“Shit.” Dahlia spun around and rushed out the door.
Trey waited a few minutes, making sure Dahlia had left, then walked out of his office, heading to the end of the hall. He held up his hand, alerting his security they were to remain at his door. He passed the security lined up near Rogue’s office and didn’t bother knocking.
Usually, Trey would go into every situation with some type of plan on how to approach Rogue. Not this time.
