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and only mine.
     
    Your ability to question or dispute me in any way was relinquished the moment you signed that agreement.
     
    Alexandria Collins, I’m a businessman. I don’t make bad investments. I will get what I paid for.
     
    The butterflies I’d imagined at his handwritten note evaporated, washed away by a deluge of bile and contempt. How dare he address me in this manner? He doesn’t know with what I was faced. He doesn’t know me. Besides he’s obviously an Infidelity client. That negates his ability to act superior.
    Fuck him!
    I forced myself to continue reading.
     
    I look forward to tonight—not to fucking a princess who enjoyed being treated like a slut but to fucking a slut who for a week pretended to be a princess.
     
    You have more instructions in the bedroom.
     
    Do not disobey me.
     
    ~Mr. Demetri
     
    I took a ragged breath, swallowed the contents of my wine glass, and stood. The shakiness of my knees wasn’t brought on by sadness, though I admitted it was there along with hurt. No, the trembling was rage. I balled the letter and the picture, smashing it into submission.
    After pouring another glass of wine, I made my way to the bedroom with a tug of my suitcase. It was still in the living room where the bellman had left it. Focusing on the bed, I barely noticed the luxury of the room. Upon the bed was a black dress. Reading the label, I recognized that it was a very nice black dress. Next to the dress were a pearl choker necklace, a shoebox, and another note.
    I ran my fingers over the pearls. The necklace was stunning, but in an odd way reminded me of a collar. Surely, that wasn’t his intention, was it?
    I lifted the page in disgust.
     
    You have a five o’clock appointment in the hotel’s spa. Don’t be late. They have instructions on what to do. Don’t change them .
     
    Later tonight you will go to Mobar, the bar here in the Mandarin. Be there by eight. Wear what is on the bed and only what is on the bed. Order a lemon drop martini. Do not drink. Nurse it, play with it, run your fingers around the rim of the glass. Other than the bartender, don’t speak to anyone. As your finger slides circles over the smooth rim, imagine my fingers circling your tits, teasing your clit, and plunging deep in your pussy. I want you wet and ready for me.
     
    I’ve never picked up a prostitute at a bar. I will tonight. (You see? My investment is already paying off. I have many more fantasies, and I’ve paid well to have them all come true.)
     
    In this outfit, no one else will know what you truly are. They’ll see the princess. Reality will be our secret.
     
    In the handbag is cash. Use it to pay for your drink and keep the rest. That’s what you wanted—to be paid. I’ll pay, and you will obey.
     
    It wasn’t signed.
    Dick!
    I ground my teeth together as I stared at the sexy dress. He was right. No one would know. Well, the hell with him. I wasn’t that easily intimidated. He had a fantasy about picking up a prostitute? Fine, I’d role-play. But Mr. Nox Demetri was going to learn that despite his earlier show of force, I did have hard limits. I’d play his games but on my terms.
    I picked up the phone and hit the button for the front desk.
    “Hello, Miss Charli.”
    That must have been the name Nox gave when he registered. “Hello, can you please connect me to the spa. I need to cancel my appointment.”

 
     
     
    I COULDN’T CONCENTRATE. Shit, I could barely function. Thoughts of Charli consumed my mind—her gorgeous eyes, the way she looked at me when I came out of that room and our gaze met. I hadn’t planned on going to the Mandarin yet or being there when she arrived. I had things to do, but I couldn’t stay away. I couldn’t not see her. The attraction was too strong.
    That was what she did to me. She made me lose focus on the world and see only her.
    In only the short time we’d been together, she’d gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I’d never fallen