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like it was before.”
    “That can’t happen. I wouldn’t want it to.”
    “If we stop now, maybe.”
    “It’s too late for that, Glory. I want you too much for that.”
    I sat back and looked at him. He sat, back straight, cool and poised.
    “What can I do for you, Glory? What can I do to make you happy?”
    Okay, so he was playing hardball here, and negotiations were in full swing. I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this.
    “Bruce, it just isn’t for me. I’m just not the type.”
    He didn’t say anything, just sat there silently. He knew that there would be more and he was waiting for me to get it all out.
    “It was exciting at first, but it’s not right. Not the way things are supposed to be.”
    He nodded and refilled my glass. I didn’t even know I’d emptied it. I wondered if his crazy sex habits were the reason he and his wife divorced. If it had escalated to a point where she couldn’t take it anymore. I could see how that could happen. Bruce encouraged a kind of limitless freedom.
    “I don’t…think…I could…” I found myself sputtering.
    “It’s just the two of us,” he reminded me as if he knew I was considering it, considering what I could do to him. “No one else needs to know. Unless you want to include someone else. We’d have to be discreet, but if it’s something you want…” He seemed shy again, like he did in the motel. My pussy twitched and moistened.
    “I like my job. I like the way we were at work before,” I told him.
    “This has nothing to do with us when we’re there. You’re good at what you do. I rely on you. What we do in our free time doesn’t have to affect our work.”
    I knew that to be the lie it was. I remembered how his mood shifted when he got what he wanted as opposed to when he was denied. I remembered Claire’s face when she realized I was having dinner with Bruce alone. He must have been reading my face because he added, “As closely as we work together, there’s bound to be some speculation. It’s a normal by-product of having a female assistant. But again, what others choose to speculate doesn’t have to affect us.”
    He watched and waited. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say short of walking away from all of it—this man, the hot sex, my job. But, I really like my job and he was something different.
    “Do you need more money? A bigger apartment?”
    “Monetary inducement?” I shook my head and gave him an admonishing smile.

    “I just want to make you happy.”
    “I’m not a whore.”
    “You could move in with me.” He completely ignored my remark, apparently dismissing it as irrelevant, and threw a fastball that hit me square in the chest, knocking the wind out of me. “I have a big house and there’s only me. It feels quite hollow sometimes. You could have a wing to yourself.”
    When I didn’t respond he said, “Come home with me.”
    I shot him a look. “To see the house,” he added hastily.
    “I’ve seen it.”
    “Only a couple of times and then only the first floor. You couldn’t have seen much. You were only there long enough to hand off a few papers.”
    “I saw enough.”
    “Come on.” He was smiling now. “I’d like to show you my home.”
    I sat there frozen, overwhelmed. Unfair , he was far more skilled at this than I.
    “No strings,” he said, trying to capture my eyes.
    He lied, and he knew I knew he was lying.
    I excused myself, needing a minute of near privacy to recover. When I returned, he had settled the bill and stood to help me with my shrug before fitting his hot hand onto my lower back to guide me out of the restaurant and to his waiting car.
    As I sat next to him in the backseat of the town car, I was both frightened and exhilarated because I had realized that I couldn’t turn this man down. I could be myself with him—pushy, demanding, cruel or loving. He encouraged it, fed off of it. The prospect was intoxicating and I knew, as the car pulled out into traffic,