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from her nose and I was grateful. The damn things made her look like a naughty librarian and I had been fighting the urge to bend her back over my desk, but now wasn't the time. I was an ass, but I couldn't force anything on her, not like that.
    "This is really bothering you, isn’t it?" She let out a soft sigh, glanced down at her computer for a moment and then back up at me. "It's fine. I accept your apology. I've had some horrible clients, and you don't even make the list. I think the fact that we're intimate with one another makes it a little different. I warned you about this."
    "I know you did. I promise you that I'll keep myself in check. It's just a testosterone explosion I suppose. Seeing some old fart hit on a woman I just made love to in my office threw me over the edge."
    "Fucked."
    "What?" I stood and pressed my hands to the desk, not understanding her comment.
    "You fucked me. I don't make love, Asher. You don't either." She stood and closed her lap top. "Anyway... I accept your apology, like I said. I'm going to head back to the office unless you need me."
    "Have dinner with me." I hated the soft tone of my voice, but I couldn't help how much I wanted her with me. We had fucked in the office a few days before. I wouldn't deny her that. I needed her again, wanted her to cry out my name a few times just so I could make sure we were good.
    "I can't. I'm having a late night dinner with a friend." She packed up and walked to the door. "I have some profiles I'm going to send over for you. Check it out, then let me know what you think."
    "Yeah, fine. I'll look at them." I stood to my full height and ran my fingers through my hair, forcing myself not to ask about her friend . "I have a trip to Dubai that just came up earlier this morning that I’ll need to tell you about."
    "Oh. Are you going to be out of town for a while then?"
    "Yeah, but I want you to come with me."
    She pulled her phone from her purse and glanced down at it. "What are the dates?"
    "Sunday through Thursday." I didn't want to force her to come, but I was prepared to put the pressure on her if I needed to. I wanted her all to myself without any distractions and the trip would be a great way to make that happen.
    "I think I can swing it. I'll meet you at the airport on Sunday?" She put her phone up and offered me a smile that almost seemed genuine.
    "Are you not coming to observe me tomorrow at the house?" Saturday was the only day I allowed myself rest and recuperation.
    "No. I take Saturday's off. What time on Sunday and what hangar?"
    "Just after lunch and hangar bay 'C'." I slipped my hands into my pockets and tried to still my racing heart. Something about not seeing her for a day after having her locked to my hip for the last week left me less than happy, and more than a little anxious.
    "I'll be there. Thanks for the invite." She turned and walked out without another word.
    A slow growl started in my chest as anger rose up quickly to consume me again. I wasn't pissed with her or her decisions, but with myself, and my neediness. Where was this coming from? She was a simple girl who was working for me. Just because the sex was incredible didn't mean I had to lose my fucking mind over her.
    I paced the floor in my office until my phone and laptop dinged three times in a row. I paused shook off my irritation, realizing I’d been stewing for over an hour. I needed to pack up and get home.
    Moving to my laptop, sickness rolled over me. The e-mails were from Lila and they were various pictures and profiles of women she thought would fit me perfectly. I scrolled through them quickly and deleted the files.
    After sending her a quick 'no, keep looking,' I closed my laptop, packed up and got out of there for a night of liquor and porn. I might not have her to keep me company, but I for damn sure could pretend like I did.
    ***
    Saturday was the longest day of my life, and by Sunday, I was antsy and sick of myself. I finished packing a small suitcase and