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calling her? ”
    “No. I spoke to Aunt
Leigh this morning and she said it was probably just a quiet week
with everyone preparing for the new art gallery opening this
weekend.”
    “Aren’t you going?”
    “Yeah. I’m supposed to
be escorting someone. I haven’t heard anything about it though,
which is odd since it’s in a few days.”
    Liv waves my phone in
front of my face. “Again with the calling.”
    “All right, all right.
I’ll call her when I get home. I think Angus hates me now
anyway.”
    My best friend glances
over my shoulder at the cat, who’s eying me evilly. “Angus hates
everyone if he has to spend longer than two hours with them. He’s a
temperamental little bastard.”
    “Like his momma,” I
mutter and finish my coffee.
    She smacks my leg. “Get
out of my apartment.”
    I grin and grab my
stuff. “I’ll call you later when I’ve spoken to Monique.”
    “You better.”
    I leave her apartment
and climb into my car. It’s fairly early in the morning still, so
there isn’t much traffic, and it doesn’t take long to get across
the city to my house.
    I ignore the message
alert on my phone and head straight for the shower. Once I’m
dressed and looking and feeling somewhat human, I lie back on my
bed and call my agent.
    “No,” she answers.
“Nothing today.”
    “Jesus. Mon, that’s
three days now. There has to be something.”
    “You have no jobs
booked, Dayton.”
    “Why? Clients don’t
just drop off the edge of the Earth—even with my reduced list.
What’s going on?”
    A long silence follows.
I wet my lips with my tongue, my stomach clenching into a ball of
fear. Like I know what she’s going to say.
    “You’re booked,” she
says softly. “Permanently. I can’t book you any jobs.”
    I sit up and look at
myself in the mirror. Eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed. “If
you say his name, I’m going to go ten shades of batshit crazy.”
    “I’m sorry. He’s paying
for you indefinitely.”
    I close my eyes and
rest my hand across my forehead. “Aaron’s booked me? Permanently?”
I clarify although my gut knows it.
    “Yes.”
    “Jesus fucking Christ!”
He really wasn’t kidding when he said that I’d never fuck another
guy. “He has more money than sense. Shit! What’s he playing
at?”
    “You know what. This is
up to you now, Day. I can’t do anything. I had no choice but to
accept his offer. It was that or he could close this business
now.”
    “He threatened
you?”
    “He’s that desperate. I
can’t be mad at him. If it were Ross, I’d do everything I could to
get him back.”
    “I can’t fucking
believe him. Unreal. I gotta go.” I hang up and throw the phone
down.
    I stand in the middle
of my room, my breathing coming hard and fast, and look around
aimlessly. Who the fuck does he think he is? To buy me and threaten
my agent?
    Without another
thought, I pull some boots on. Standing here in my room isn’t going
to get this straightened out, so I’m going to give him what he
wants. I’m going to go to him, but I’m not going to roll over
submissively.
    I’m going to kick his
sharply suited ass until his balls turn blue.
    My car beeps as I
unlock it from the key fob, and I tear out of my driveway angrily.
I hope Aaron isn’t busy, because he has an unscheduled meeting with
me.
     
    ***
     
    My heels click against
the floor as I cross to reception. A gorgeous blond woman smiles up
at me.
    “Can I help you?”
    “Yes, you can. What
floor is Mr. Stone’s office on?”
    “Floor forty-seven,
madam, but I’m afraid you’re not allowed there unless you have an
appointment. He’s in a meeting.”
    “It’s okay. I’m his
girlfriend. He’s expecting me.” I smile convincingly and head
toward the elevator. Yeah, his girlfriend who doesn’t know where
his office is. Super convincing, Dayton.
    Still. Meeting or no
meeting, this shit gets sorted today.
    I take deep breaths as
the elevator takes me to the top floor. It’s all glass doors