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hand on her breast, squeezing it like he owned it. Which,
     for the next two months, he did.
    But that was nothing compared to what was coming. She was going to have to show him
     the whole enchilada, let him touch whatever he wanted. She was on the verge of freaking
     out when he gazed down at her with a mocking smile.
    “Good night, Miss Campbell. Try not to dream of me.” He ran his fingers down her spine
     before striding toward his office.
    She stood alone on the bottom step, completely confused. Her heart slowed to a steady
     beat, and the threatening tide of panic began to subside.
    So, that was it? No sex? He must be playing another game, one that only he knew the
     rules to. But she was too tired to figure them out tonight.
    Grateful for a reprieve, she whisked off her shoes and, grabbing the hem of the dress
     with her uninjured hand, lightly ran up the stairs to the safety of her room. She
     shut the door behind her and locked it. It wouldn’t keep him out, but at least she
     might have some advance notice if decided to barge in.
    She went to the bathroom and unwrapped her scratched finger. The initials embroidered
     on his handkerchief read TWB. Trevor William? She scoffed, glancing at herself in
     the mirror.
    “You’re an idiot, Allison. Who gives a crap what his middle name is? The man was about
     to take over your house and kick your family out on the street.” No matter how many
     flowers he planted or how gently he wrapped her bloody finger, he owned her ass. And
     she’d better remember that.
    In the bedroom, she removed the dress, letting her hand drift over the expensive fabric
     before hanging it up in the closet. Then, she threw on a pair of men’s boxer shorts
     and an old, faded T-shirt before grabbing the phone off the side table. Allie needed
     to call her father and explain the situation. She could only imagine what Monica told
     him, and he must be worried by now.
    He answered on the first ring.
    “Hey, Dad.”
    “My God, Allie, what the hell is going on? Monica said you’re living with Trevor Blake.”
    “Sorry I couldn’t talk to you in person, but when I came to see Mr. Blake about the
     loan, he offered me a job,” she said, forcing enthusiasm into her voice. She didn’t
     want her father to suspect anything was wrong.
    “Allie, he’s throwing us out of our house. You can’t work for that man.”
    She sank down on the bed and, plucking the gray duvet with two fingers, took a deep
     breath. “I’m going to be his assistant, Dad, and in return, he’s going to forgive
     the debt you owe and pay off the mortgage and the rest of the medical bills.”
    “Why? Why would he do that, Al?”
    She hated lying to him. But it was necessary. “He liked my initiative. I’m not getting
     much of a salary at this point, but I have room and board and I’ll gain a lot of experience.”
     She winced as she said the words. She didn’t really want the kind of experience a
     man like Trevor Blake would give her. Hot, consuming sexual experience .
    Her father laughed. “That’s amazing, Allison. I’m so proud of you.”
    He wouldn’t be proud if he knew the truth. She closed her eyes and kept her voice
     light. “Can I talk to Brynn?”
    “Let me see.” He came back a minute later. “She doesn’t want to talk right now, but
     she’ll come around. She doesn’t like change and you left so suddenly…”
    Allie cleared her throat. “Okay. So, what are you going to do about work?”
    “When have I ever not worked?” He sounded testy, then sighed. “Sorry. I haven’t been
     completely honest with you. I, uh, sold off all my tools a couple of months ago. The
     business has been in trouble for a long time.”
    She closed her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “I didn’t want to worry you.” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “And I guess
     I didn’t want to admit I’m a failure.”
    “That’s not true. Don’t say that.”
    “It is true. Anyway, I’ve started