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fucked, Lila? How many have fallen to your skills?"
    I glanced over my shoulder as horror rolled over me. Several of the older people around me turned and pinned me with a stare that made my skin crawl. They thought I was a whore, a woman who would give myself away for... for gain.
    Crap. I am.
    "Fuck you." I turned and walked into the club house, moving to the front door and not stopping though he called my name several times. Tears burned my eyes and I jogged toward the exit, taking a sharp turn and finding a cab near the end of the street. I wiped my eyes quickly. I didn't need help finding a place to build my business and I certainly wasn't going to turn into a whore to do it.
    The agreement with Asher was mutual, something I wanted because I was free to make my own fucking choices and do what I wanted with my body. Not anymore.
    "Lila. Wait. I just don't know anything about you." He was closer than I thought.
    I whipped around and pushed at his chest. "It's none of your concern. I'm nothing more than a means to finding you a wife, remember? Your personal slut until this deal is over."
    "Lila."
    "I'm going back to the office, Mr. Harrington. I'll let you know if I'm still interested in anything you have to offer by tomorrow. I'll also work on a file for your best match profile."
    "Don't go." His voice held a hint of hurt, but there was far more angst than kindness. He was demanding me to stay.
    "I have all I need for the day. Enjoy your evening." I turned and walked to the cab, letting a few of the tears fall now that I was away from the prying eyes of this man who was nothing more than a user.
    Fine. I could play that game with the best of them.

6 - Asher
    Three Days Later
    The last three days hadn't been anything like I'd expected. Somehow Lila had gotten over my horrible treatment of her, and where I hoped it was the flowers I sent over, or the long message I left explaining what an ass I was about Craig, I doubted that was it. She wasn't the same toward me. A distance sat between us, one that was all my fault.
    I'd basically forced her to go with me to dinner every night for the last few nights, hoping that treating her to something delicious and fun would loosen her up a little, but it didn't. She wasn't the average woman that I could buy back with my bull shit or my money. She was on a mission to end our arrangement, and her aggressiveness in asking questions, making assessments and profiling women was getting on my nerves.
    Every day she stuck to my side, poking and prodding on a full-time basis. There were moments when I felt like she was becoming the personal assistant I'd always needed. She would get my coffee, pick up my dry cleaning, grab us lunch. I soon realized what she was up to and tried to pull those things from her before she settled into them. She wanted a break, time away from the office and as far away from me as she could get.
    It hurt more than it should, and some part of me was getting pissed. It was the ugly side of my persona that wasn't willing to lay down anything for anyone. It was the asshole that was willing to call her a whore in front of a group of old people, the bastard that was willing to offer a beautiful girl a chance at her dreams if she would ride my cock for a while, the fucker that would lay dead to the world with no one at my funeral.
    I hated myself.
    If she wasn't trying to run my errands for me or pepper me with questions, she was consoling me and acting like a good friend might. It was weird. Disturbing.
    I didn't want an assistant or a whore or a best friend. I wanted a woman to complement all that I had to offer. Something had to give… and soon.
    She glanced up from the small table in my office where she had her laptop out, and had been diligently working away for the last few hours.
    "What's up?" She asked, her tone soft.
    "I need you to forgive me, Lila. I can't say I'm sorry any more. I was an asshole and it won't happen again."
    She pulled the small black glasses