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Servant.
    Alistair
took it from her and silenced it. “Decision made. Pack your bags, Ms. Black,
you’re going to LA.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Ask
And Receive
     
    “I’m
driving my own car home!” Bethany struggled against his hold on her upper arm.
    “Just
get in.” Alistair could throttle her. He’d never met a more stubborn woman in
his entire life. Why was she so resistant to let him help her? “The paparazzi’s
swarming outside that gate. My driver knows how to deal with them, and they
can’t see in my tinted windows.”
    He
flung the back passenger side door open and practically had to shove her inside
before following her in.
    Bethany
slid all the way against the opposite door and turned to face out the window.
    Rolling
his eyes to the ceiling in frustration, he pulled his phone from his pocket as
the driver started toward the gate. “Kent,” he said, reaching his manager,
“I’ll be back in L.A. in about five hours. Release the story we went over. I
cleared it with her, but there’s been a slight change. She’s coming back with
me.”
    “Why
is she coming with you?” Kent asked, and Alistair could visualize his
exasperated expression. He’d put that look on his face enough times to have it
memorized.
    “There’s
been an unexpected situation as a result of her being mentioned on T.V.” He
glanced at Bethany from the corner of his eye. She didn’t budge.
    The
gate shifted open and the S.U.V. eased out into the sea of flashing cameras.
    “I
don’t give a shit if the entire world is camped out on her front step,” Kent
said, and Alistair heard the distinct sound of an open-palmed assault to a
keyboard. “She’s not my problem or yours.”
    “It’s
not the world. It’s one man, and it is my problem. Five hours,” he repeated and
hung up before Kent could give him any more grief.
    “He’s
right,” Bethany said, her breath fogging the window, “it’s not your problem.”
    “Don’t
start. I’m the Dom in this situation, so sit back and keep your trap shut.”
    She
spun around so fast her braid flew out and almost smacked him in the face. “I
run my life, got it? Not you. Not any man. If I go with you--”
    “It’s
out of fear,” he said, cutting her off. “I know. I owe you nothing, you owe me
nothing. This is a mutually beneficial solution, so accept it and let’s move
on.”
    Bethany
yanked a pair of black sunglasses out of her bag and shoved them on her face
before turning back to the window.
    If
she wanted to hate him, that was fine. But he was right. Getting her out of
Vegas was the fastest and easiest way to keep her from her ex. “If you have
somewhere else you want to go… Your parents’ maybe? Sister’s house? A brother?”
    “There’s
no one,” she said. The sadness in her voice almost palpable in the air.
    Alistair
reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder. She tensed, then relaxed under
his touch. “Then coming home with me isn’t such a bad plan, is it?”
    She
shrugged. “Turn left at this light,” she called to the driver.
    Alistair
took that as an affirmative answer. His plan wasn’t such a bad one.
    After
receiving few more directions from her, the driver pulled into her driveway.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, and got out of the S.U.V.
    Alistair
opened his door and followed her. “Think you can leave me waiting in the car
like a dog? You didn’t even crack the windows for me.”
    She
tilted her head and looked at him like he was pathetic. “You have your driver
to keep you company. I’m quite able to pack a few things on my own.”
    He
picked up a small potted plant from her porch railing and prodded a leaf. “I’ll
help.”
    Bethany
stopped turning her key in the lock. “I promise not to escape out the back
door.”
    Alistair
put the plant back. “I’m coming in.”
    “I
didn’t invite you in.”
    He
stepped forward, wrapped his hand around hers and turned the knob. “Yes, thank
you, I’d love to come in,” he said, and