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He’s still smiling at me, his face schooled into perfectly pleasant lines. But his eyes are filled with a predatory interest he doesn’t even try to hide.
    It worries me. Not because I think he’ll hurt me, not because I don’t think I can handle myself. But because I like it. I like the way he’s looking at me, like the way my body feels under his gaze.
    Which is ridiculous—and why I come out swinging. “Look, I don’t know what you think is happening here, Mr. Caine—”
    “Sebastian,” he says, interrupting my diatribe. “My name is Sebastian.”
    “Good for you. I’m sure somebody probably cares about that, but I only came here for my paycheck and I have it now, so I’m leaving.”
    “I wish you wouldn’t.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I’d like you to stay for a few minutes and talk to me. See if we can get to the bottom of this mess.”
    For a minute I think the mess he’s referring to is us, and the way we’re responding to each other. But then I realize he means the Russian whale, me being fired. And suddenly I’m afraid I’m in for a lot more than I bargained for. I was prepared to fight Richard Caine for my paycheck, was prepared for derision and annoyed condescension. I live every day of my life with it, after all, and have learned to control myself and those situations to the best of my ability.
    But this. This is something different. There’s no arrogance on Sebastian’s face, no assumption that I’ll drop to my knees and blow him as a thank-you for my paycheck. No sense that he thinks he can fuck me simply because he’s got a corner office on the top floor of Las Vegas’s hottest casino.
    That’s not the scary part. I can handle that. Hell, I do handle it pretty much every day of my life. But the rest…the rest gets to me. The quiet respect, the obvious interest, the darkness that mirrors my own. I don’t know how to deal with those things, don’t know how I’m supposed to respond. I’m off-kilter, confused, searching for answers when I feel like I don’t even know what questions to ask.
    Maybe that’s why I stay instead of running out of here as fast as my feet can carry me.
    Because I want to find out—both the questions and the answers.

Chapter Four
Sebastian
    I see the moment Aria decides to stay instead of running screaming from my office. Her whole body relaxes and she settles back into the chair instead of staying perched on the edge, ready to flee at any moment.
    I relax as well, or at least give a good imitation of it. It’s hard to actually relax when my dick is already semi-hard and every instinct I have is screaming at me to take her, to fuck her, to tie her up and do a million unspeakable things to her.
    But she’s skittish, ready to bolt and that’s the last thing I want. Not that I blame her—she gets hassled by rich men every day. Has, in her mind, even lost her job because of it. Why should she think I’m any different? Why should she think I want anything other than to take the last bit of control she’s hanging on to?
    But the last thing I want to do is strip her of control—I want to give it to her, want to show her for the first time in her life what it means to be powerful. Strong. In control. But before I can do any of that she needs to understand just how different I am from the men she’s used to.
    I start down that road with “I’m sorry about what happened to you last night. You were the only one on the floor who handled the situation and I think it’s appalling that David fired you for it.”
    She looks at me like I’ve grown three extra heads. “I’m sorry?”
    “I should be the one apologizing to you. I’m not in the habit of letting women be harassed in my casino and that’s exactly what was happening last night. You did what you could to stop it when the security guard, the dealer, even David wouldn’t. You shouldn’t be penalized for that.”
    She still looks confused. “I don’t understand.”
    “I’m not firing you, Aria.