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mussed, yet out of his face. My first instinct is to run my hands through it. But I resist.
    Seeing him still here surprises me. Usually he’s gone.
    He must hears me come in and he turns, a smile lifting his lips.
    I’m taken aback. He’s really gorgeous. Not in a “hottest man on the planet ” kind of way, like John Cruze, but in a man’s man kind of way. Zane’s eyebrows are trimmed, but thicker than John’s. His lips are fuller. Zane doesn’t have a dimple, but when he smiles his face is perfect. And his eyes? They’re piercing. He’s a man full of confidence. One who might be shady, but there’s no doubt he knows what he wants and how to get it.
    I can’t help but wonder : if the tables were turned and it’d been Zane who’d fucked me in front of the cameras yesterday, how would he have reacted? Would he have apologized like John did? Would he have done anything but take what he wanted and enjoy every fucking minute of it?
    I knew the answer .
    “Hi,” I say as I walk toward Zane.
    His eyes take me in and linger on my cleavage. “You look exquisite.”
    “Thanks. Whoever picked out my clothes has great taste.” I sit in the chair he holds out for me. “Thank you for them, by the way.”
    He waves his hand. “You’re welcome.” He puts a piece of toast and some scrambled egg on a plate. “Fruit?”
    “Yes, please.”
    He scoops some purple grapes, strawberries, and mango into a small bowl. “Orange juice?”
    “Yes,” I answer , unable to take my eyes from him. He seems different somehow, more relaxed, and I wonder what’s changed.
    “There you go. Eat up.”
    I pick up my fork. “I will. Thank you.” I stab a grape and pop it into my mouth. The flavor fills my mouth and I sigh. “It’s good.”
    Zane chuckles. “You keep eating like that and I might have to fuck you first thing this morning.”
    My thighs quiver and I’m instantly wet. I raise an eyebrow, challenging him, then fork a piece of mango and slide it into my mouth, sucking on it as it goes in.
    He growls softly. “You’re asking for it, sweet Cadence.”
    “I want it, Zane,” I whisper.
    He sets down the paper he’s just picked up and pushes back his chair. Stands in front of me. I start to undo his belt when there’s a knock at the door.
    Zane touches my cheek with the palm of his hand. “ Raincheck?”
    “I’ll hold you to that,” I say and smile.
    He laughs. “You’d better hurry and finish eating. Lincoln’s here to take us to the office. You’ve got work to do, PFA.”
    I don’t hesitate because I’m famished. I take a bite of egg. Zane crosses the room and opens the door for Lincoln.
    “Mr. Zane. Are you ready to go?”
    “As soon as Cadence is finished eating,” Zane says, patting Lincoln on the arm.
    “Would you like me to wait here or in the car?”
    “Here’s fine. We shouldn’t be too long.”
    Lincoln closes the door and then stands next to it. He wears the same outfit every day; the only change is his tie. Nothing dramatic. Always dark colors. Like today, his tie is a charcoal gray. He’s removed his aviators and has them in his breast pocket. His expression is the usual—stoic.
    “Hi , Lincoln,” I say and wave.
    “Hello, Cadence,” he responds, his lips barely moving.
    I push out my lower lip, but don’t say anything. Instead I shove another bite of food in my mouth.
    Zane has gone over to the counter and is rustling papers. I don’t focus on him, but my food. I take a bite of toast. It’s buttery and delicious.
    After two more bites, I stand.
    “You finished?” Zane asks. He looks wary. “You need to make sure you’re getting enough to eat.”
    “Yep. I’ll just be a moment. I need to brush my teeth.”

 
    Chapter 10
     
    In the limo, I lean back against the seat. Zane is still going through paperwork and I wonder what’s so important.
    “What are you doing?” I ask.
    He stacks the papers and puts them in his briefcase. “Working.”
    “Will you tell me about my