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one of them to talk to me I’ll have an idea of what to look for.
    Sighing, I collapse onto the bed, the luxurious sheets caressing my skin. I yawn, realizing how tired I am. I spent most of last night researching Jaxon and going over my old college paper that I did on him. When I had finally tried to sleep, all I could picture was him and the mound of circumstantial evidence against him. My mind wouldn’t shut off.
    I check my alarm again before finally giving in to the call of sleep. A pang of guilt hits me but I quickly shrug it off. He did tell me to relax.
     
    “You’re late.” Jaxon sits in his chair, deep in thought as he reads through the stack of papers in front of him. He doesn’t look up, or seem that interested in my arrival, other than to point out my tardiness. I glance at the clock on his wall, almost laughing when I see it’s 12:01. Marina wasn’t kidding around.
    “I’m sorry. I . . . it won’t happen again.”
    My face heats as he lifts his eyes to mine. They blaze right through me and I find myself wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m getting into something that is way out of my depth.
    Jess’s words ring in my head. I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. I’m in control, not him. Even as I repeat the words, I have trouble believing them. I can’t imagine finding the words to say no to this guy. I’m not even sure that I’d want to.
    “Sit,” he says, motioning to the chair facing his desk.
    I do, my heart racing as he studies me. Every stare is full of suggestion and mystery, and it scares me that I can’t read him. He leans back in his chair, his dark eyes narrowing on me.
    “Is your room up to standard?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
    I nod as his gaze burns through me. “It’s much nicer than what I was expecting,” I reply.
    He chuckles. “And what exactly were you expecting, Ms. Lucas? Chains and a dungeon? Don’t worry, that will come later.”
    My stomach lurches. I can’t tell from his expression whether he’s joking or serious.
    “Let’s get down to business, shall we?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
    I swallow hard, wondering what he has in mind. Kinky sex in his office? He definitely seems like the rough, dominant type. I have no idea how I’m supposed to ‘challenge’ him, and frankly he doesn’t exactly give off the vibe that he even wants that.
    “Do you have what I asked you to bring?”
    I nod and push the envelope across the desk to him. I yank my hand back before he notices how much I’m shaking. He opens the envelope and reads through the papers, nodding his head.
    An employment form, my banking details, and most importantly, a very recent clean STD report.
    “May…may I see your STD report?” I ask.
    He looks up at me, a small smile playing on his lips.
    “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I—”
    “By all means, Ms. Lucas,” he interrupts. “I admire your commitment to your health. You’d be surprised at how many women simply take my word for it.” He reaches into the bottom run of his filing cabinet and retrieves a form, pushing it across the desk. “I am tested every month, and I expect the same from my girls. I also expect you to be on birth control because I do not use condoms. If that is a problem…”
    I shake my head, a blush creeping over my neck as his eyes bore into me.
    “I have an implant,” I say numbly, pointing to my forearm where a tiny scar lies.
    He nods, satisfied that I’ve met his requirements.
    “Then let’s begin.” He hands me a stack of files, which I struggle to hold, even using both arms. “You’ll find my filing system is pretty easy to get the hang of. If you have any trouble, ask Marina or my receptionist, Gina, for assistance.
    I stare at the papers in my arms, my brow furrowed in confusion. Filing? He wants me to do his filing? This was not what I had in mind.
    “Is something wrong?” he asks impatiently.
    “I, uh, I