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until he could reply without his voice breaking or cracking like a fool. “Tomorrow morning, nine.”
    Her eyebrows rose. “So quickly?”
    “I never approach a deal unless I’ve already run my numbers and decided what I want and what I’m willing to give.”
    “Eleven. I’m not a morning person.”
    No way in hell was he waiting until lunch to settle this. “Ten,” he countered. “And I took the liberty of writing up both contracts to make this deal as expedient as possible. They’re in my car.”
    “Contracts?” A sliver of displeasure sharpened her voice. “You’re forgetting my contract. When it comes to Mistress L, my contract is the only one that counts.”
    He had to laugh. He could read legal contracts in his sleep, though his corporate attorney always went over everything with a fine-toothed comb before letting him sign on the dotted line of a major deal. A homemade sexual contract would be nothing to worry about. “I doubt there’s much in your contract that will surprise me.”
    She pressed the button to raise one of the garage doors. “I suspect you might be surprised in that regard, Mr. Morgan.”
    His eyes narrowed. “Back to formality yet again, Miss Harrison?”
    She followed him to his car, waiting patiently while he unlocked the door and retrieved his briefcase. “When you slip into Mr. Douchebag territory, I’m afraid so. If we agree on terms—and that’s a huge if—then I’m afraid I’ll have to resort to corporal punishment to break this insufferable arrogance.”
    The thought of punishment made his hands tremble so badly it took him a second try to dial in the combination to the lock he’d done at least a million times. He managed to hand her the stack of papers without dropping them all over her driveway or accidentally touching her. “Insufferable arrogance? That’s rather harsh.”
    “You assume you know everything about me just because you were able to discern that I like a challenge before we formally met.” She started scanning the top page. In his opinion, it contained the make-or-break stipulation of the most important contract of all. “That doesn’t mean you know anything else about me. In fact, I’d wager here and now you’ve made several critical errors in judgment when it comes to me.”
    “Indeed?” He leaned back against the side of his Jag and crossed his arms. “I doubt that.”
    Slowly, she raised her gaze from the paper and locked her eyes on him with such intensity he immediately stiffened. “You want me to break the contracts with my other submissives. That’s a pretty drastic error on your part.”
    Stay calm and cool. Don’t let her know how much this means to you. “I’m sure you have escape clauses in their contracts. If not, I’ll simply buy them out.”
    “It’s not that simple, Mr. Morgan. I care about these men. I’m not going to drop them like last week’s news just for you.”
    She cares about them? He clenched his jaws, fighting to keep from retorting. The Mistress cares for the men paying her to take them in hand. Nice. “I’m not going to share your time. I’m not that kind of man.”
    “Maybe it’s about time you learned how to share. You’re not a three-year-old toddler, Mr. Morgan, and I don’t have time—”
    With a low growl, he pushed away from the car. “I won’t share you and that’s final.”
     
    Donovan Morgan in his rich asshole role was an extremely handsome man. Something she’d admire in its case, like a gorgeous million-dollar diamond necklace, but never take home. It was just too fancy for her. It wouldn’t fit into her lifestyle. It wasn’t her taste. Even if some women would kill to have it.
    Donovan Morgan in his stalking predator I’m-going-to-eat-you role was a shock-and-awe strike to her libido. It was all she could do not to seize him by the cock and jerk him around to bend over the hood of his car.
    He thought he was being all alpha I’ll-get-my-way-or-else, but all it did was turn