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Another scotch and soda, Mr Compton?"

On any other day I’d stop at one drink--but not today I hand the flight attendant ot it," the woht up, on its way"

Her overly cheery tone hits a raw nerve, re me of just how fake much of the past two years of my life has been But then, I let it becos I shouldn’t have, and someone I cared deeply for paid the price

As if that isn’t enough, I’nosis and eoddato get co a little ive me some much-needed sleep between San Francisco and New York, andon into stopwild I’hts I’rounded My thu that happens around e, I’m not sure if that’s true I’m not sure it was ever true, and I don’t knohere that leaves ht up"

Inhaling a heavy breath, I turn back to the attendant and accept the drink "Thank you" My gaze touches her badge and I add, "Ms Phillips"

"Call es, and her tone is far waret you?" There’s noe in her attractive features in a completely removed fashion She is pretty, a brunette, which I favor, and well-endowed in all the right places, but she is not what I need And I do need Sex is ht now Not when I don’t have control Never without control

I down lass to Ms Phillips

She arches a delicate brow "Another?"

"Not this time I know ive any more of it away to a bottle of scotch

Ms Phillips’s lips curve seductively "I bet you do," she purrs "I’ll be around if you needback to the , I assure ottoo close to my sub when I knew she wantedmyself to think of the wole with the eling I have to get control of myself

Rebecca There it is Her name And with it, her eternal absence that I can never mend The news of what becaht hours old I’ to deal with how my mistake led her into the path of another jealous woman with a horrific outcoet close to me, only to see that person hurt I’ll never let that happen again

Never

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Once et to the hospital I quickly e claim and locate my carousel With some fast footwork I’le piece of luggage, besides the one hung over my shoulder, when I hear, "Mr Co beforethe shoulders of her pale pink, primly cut suit jacket I arch a brow at her "And you would be?"

"You are the Mark Co where this is headed

"I thought so I recognize you from your picture at Riptide" Her perfect pale cheeks flush "Oh Sorry I should introduce myself" She offers me her hand "Crystal Smith, the new head of sales for Riptide, and thrilled to be working at one of the ious auction houses in the world"

I don’t reach for her hand Buther isn’t control, it’s weakness--and I hate weakness I close my hand over hers "Nice to meet you, Ms Smith" My palm warms, and I don’t want to be warmed by this woman, or by any woman I haven’t chosen as a sub her reaction to the touch Despite ued Even more so when, almost instantly, she smoothly recovers and her lashes lift, her eyes directly one

Impressed by her rapid recovery and quick control, I’m surprised by how reluctantly I release her hand I’ "Since when is it the duty of the sales er to pick soives a delicate snort "It’s not like you’re just anyone You’re your e at the sore spot she’s hit I love allery across the country "She ordered you to pick me up"

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