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  When I walk into Ethan’s apartment building, I hear someone yelling my name. Turning around, I smile and nod at Joe.

  “Mr. Knight told me to give you this.” He hands me a key to Ethan’s apartment.

  “Thank you,” I say, taking the key from him. “So, how long have you worked here?” I ask him. He has such a friendly vibe about him.

  “Too long,” he says with a chuckle. “I can say this, though. You're the most beautiful woman to walk through these doors in a very long time.” Taking my hand, he places a kiss on it.

  “Joe, you're making me blush.” I smile at him before I walk to the elevator and take it to Ethan's floor.

  Opening the door to his apartment, I take a look around the entrance area. Ethan is nowhere to be seen. Placing my bag on the table, I walk to the kitchen. My mouth waters at the amazing aroma from the stove. I lift the lids on the pots to see what he’s made for lunch. I remembered not to eat this time. I didn’t want a repeat from before, and be made to eat a second meal just because the jerk said so.

  Walking around the apartment, I stop at his massive DVD collection.

  “Do you see one you’d like to watch?” I turn around to see a shirtless Ethan. His hair is still wet, so I can only assume he just got out of the shower.

  Shutting my mouth, I swallow hard and take a step back as he walks closer to me. My back hits the shelves before Ethan stops, standing directly in front of me. God, he smells so manly.

  “Maybe later. I’m thinking…something scary,” he adds.

  My body shivers at the sound of his deep, husky voice. “Sure, maybe I’ll get tips on how to cover up a murder,” I say with a smirk. I walk away from him before he starts getting under my skin. I won’t back down, but him walking out smelling and looking that sexy doesn’t help my resolve. “Should I plate lunch?” I ask, walking over to the kitchen.

  “Yes.” He follows me, then looks through the cupboards.

  “Do you want to put some clothes on?” I ask, looking at his chest and abs. He doesn’t have a six-pack, but he does have a body I would love to touch.

  “You like what you see?”

  “No, I’m trying very hard not to throw up looking at you,” I bite back. Yep, this is going to be so much harder than I thought.

  He laughs for the first time. I look up at him in awe of his beautiful laugh. It’s genuine and goes all the way to his eyes, causing them crease at the sides. I can’t help but smile back. Only after he walks out of my line of sight do I get back to plating the food.

  I’m putting the plates on the table when I hear Ethan behind me.

  “Wine?” he asks as he walks past me to the freestanding wine cooler.

  Before I can answer him, he’s walking back with two glasses. I watch him closely because I have a gut feeling he’s up to something. His eyes travel up my body, stopping at my neck. After taking a sip of his wine, he tells me to put my hair up. I keep wanting to ask him if he ever learned the word ‘please.’

  Placing my glass of wine on the table, I pull a clip out of my bag and look at my reflection in the window to do as he asks. I’m not going to argue with him about it. I mean, it’s just my hair and maybe he wants me to look a certain way for this meeting. He’s still watching me, his eyes never leaving my neck as I pull my chair out. I stop when I feel his hand on mine. I swear an electric shock just went through my body.

  “Why am I here so early? Isn’t the meeting later this evening?” I watch him move around the table. God, he walks like a model.

  “I wanted to talk about the new additions to the contract,” he says, pulling his chair in toward the table. “I made a few changes. Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything over the top.” He slides it over to me.

  Over the top? He’s already done that, so nothing else he does is going to shock me now.

  Looking through the papers, I see all the changes we already agreed on: I'll be presented to everyone as his girlfriend. I'll spend five out of seven days with him…

  I look up when I read this. “You will have something scheduled that requires my presence five out of seven days?” I wonder what his game is, because this is beginning to look like this is more than trying to get me into his bed.

  “No, I won’t. I don’t have anything for a few months, but I still want you here for company.”

  I look back at the papers and mentally roll my eyes. Yeah, right. He must think I’m an idiot if he thinks I believe he only wants my company. “What if you're working?” I ask before taking a sip of my wine.

  “You will be here when I get back.” He stops for a moment like he's trying to read my mind for what I'm about to ask. What about my life? Is the question I want to ask. “You can do whatever it is you normally do, and I'll message you when I leave work. I expect you to be here when I arrive.”

  “Fine.” I look back at the papers. Yes, that came out bitter, but I don’t care. This is senseless, and I’m still beating myself up for agreeing to this from the start. He didn’t change anything else until the last page. There it is in black and white, the one thing I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do. ‘Every Wednesday is dinner with my family, which you will attend’. I begin to panic. Closing the file, I reach for the wine and drink it all in one go.

  My eyes meet Ethan’s, and I force a smile. I know he’s going to ask the one question I won’t answer. “Can I have some more wine, please?”

  “Yes. Sign the papers.” Ethan places a pen on top of the file, then walks away. I don’t look to see where he goes. I just stare at the pen begging it to self-combust. “Here.” Ethan places a glass of wine on the table, then takes his seat in front of me. “Is everything okay?”

  I watch him as he leans back in his chair. “Yes, everything’s fine. Nothing’s wrong,” I tell him. I can’t tell him my worries about family, but I can see he’s not buying it either. Quickly grabbing the pen, I sign the papers and then push them back to him. “So, what meeting is this evening?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

  “There isn’t one. I wanted you here to talk about this. You can stay for dinner, read about my family, then we can watch a movie.”

  Swallowing a mouthful of food, I drink my wine. “I’m not really dressed for a cozy day in.” I look down at my dress then back up at him. He’s got that devilish smile on his face again.

  “I can always take the dress off for you,” he says as he pushes his plate away. Ethan leans forward with his elbows on the table. “Feed me some food.”

  Please! Taking some food on my fork, I slowly bring it closer to his mouth. Our eyes connect the closer I get to him. Ethan begins to open his mouth.

  I lick my lips slowly, then turn the fork, bringing it to my lips. “Mmmm, so good,” I say, licking my lips again. If he wants to play games, then I’m more than happy to play along.

  Picking up the file on his family, I walk over to the sofa to start reading. I can feel Ethan behind me, and it’s taking all my willpower not to react to him being there. He walks around to the front of the couch and kneels in front of me. He moves his hand down my leg without touching me, and it’s erotic as hell. He stops at my shoe, takes it off, then does the same to the other leg.

  “I want you to be comfortable here.” He moves closer to me with his face only inches away from mine, almost as if he's going to kiss me.

  I bet he’s a good kisser. He’s bossy and demanding, and I bet his kiss is the same. Oh, my God. Am I saying I like it when he’s being an overbearing jerk to me?

  I quickly move away from him, then look back down at the file. “Ethan, your mom owns the cinnamon and pretzel place?” I sit close to him. “I love that place. I order cinnamon buns from there every day!” The excitement in my voice is almost squeaky. “Can you ask her how she makes the sweet pretzels?” I look at him, still kneeling in front of me with a huge smile on his face.

  “Every day? What do you eat from there?” Ethan places his hand on my bare thigh.

  “I order a few things, but the lemon cake is th
e best, I think. Oh, and the white chocolate cookies, and the salty treats… those are amazing.”

  He looks me up and down. “Where does it all go?”

  I put my legs up on the couch with Ethan’s hand still on my thigh. “I run,” I tell him. Why does his hand on my leg feel so nice? I cannot start liking him. I need to remember he’s an asshat and treats me like shit. Moving away from him, I continue to read the file, and he turns his attention to his phone.

  I place the file on the table before standing up. “Would you like some tea or coffee?” He’s working on his laptop, and without looking up, he nods.

  I walk off toward the kitchen. I’m not sure which he likes but I’m making myself a coffee, so that's what he will get as well. He looks like a coffee person. Walking back, I grab a bag of chips. You have your sweet-toothed people, and then the ones who prefer salty snacks. I’m a salty person. Give me some chips, and I'll finish the pack without even stopping. I have a jar in my kitchen filled with pretzels or chips. I go through them so much that I have to fill the jar back up at least twice-a-week.

  Placing the coffee on the table, I take my bag of chips and walk over to the DVDs. “Do you have much more work to do?” I ask as I stands on my tiptoes to look at the ones on the top shelves.

  “Do you have something in mind? I’m more than happy to stop for you.” I don’t bother turning around to look at him. I know what he has on his mind.

  “Maybe we can go out for a bit. Otherwise, we'll be stuck indoors all day.” I continue to look at the DVDs, unsure what the best angle is to work him yet. Normally, I get a vibe from a client right away, but him, I get nothing. Putting some chips in my mouth, I turn around.

  He puts his laptop on the table before walking over to me. Taking a chip out of the bag, he brings it up to my lips. “Open.” Please. I stare at him for a moment then open my mouth and watch as he places the chip in my mouth. “Close.” Please. I shut my mouth with his finger still there. He nudges me back on the DVD shelves, caging me in with his other arm. “If we go out, then I have to share you. Suck.” Please!

  Holy shit, this is turning me on, and he knows it too. Not breaking eye contact, I suck his finger softly. I should not be doing this, but I can’t stop either. I feel him pulling his fingers out, so I flick my tongue around them one last time.

  He pushes his body against me, and I can feel his breath on my neck. God, I wish he would stop that. His finger leaves my mouth and trails down my chin to my neck and then to the top of my breast. I must put a stop to this. This cannot happen. His mouth is so close to my neck that I can feel the heat of his breath caressing me.

  I quickly move away. “Shopping! Can I go shopping?” I ask. I need to get away from him, and his perfect smell, and perfect lips.

  “What would you like to buy?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Ummm, not sure yet,” I say in a panic. I grab my bag and wait for him to say something.

  “Yes, I have a meeting anyway.” He picks up his laptop. “Be back for dinner,” he says, walking away from me.

  Thank you, God.

  Ethan

  I had the week planned with Lexi. I was going to tease the fuck out of her. This was going to be the week that I broke her, but work had to get in the way.

  I had to fly out of town. I want to open a mall in Washington, but the powers that be are making it very difficult. I asked Lexi to come with me, but she had a few appointments she couldn't get out of. I wasn't happy about it, but I had to follow our agreement. She had already told me she needed a day’s notice for anything close by and at least a few days if she had to fly with me. It makes sense.

  I’m excited to see her. I’ve already planned how I'll tease her today. I want her begging by Sunday. I know she wants it too. I just need to make her think it’s her idea. I sent her a message telling her to be at the apartment by the time I got back.

  Opening the door to my apartment, I look around for her. She’s in the kitchen putting sweets into some jar-looking thing. That girl snacks too much. If she’s not eating a meal, then she’s eating chips, cinnamon buns, or pretzels. She’s wearing another dress, and I hate it. They show her amazing legs, and it just makes me want them wrapped around me.

  The other day when I fed her, and she moaned… Fuck if my cock didn’t stay so goddamn hard after that.

  “Hey.” Her voice breaks me away from my thoughts. I look at her smiling at me as I close the door.

  “Hello, yourself.” I walk over to her, stopping far enough that I won’t lose control but close enough to smell her sweet fragrance. I can start my teasing now. I need her to give in, and soon.

  “I picked up some cakes. Would you like some coffee to go with them?” She walks around the counter and fills a mug for me while I open the cake box from my mom’s shop. “Okay, so I bought four, but I ate two of them. Count yourself lucky that I left you two.” She hands me a mug, and I can’t help but smile at her defending herself about eating cake.

  “Which one do you want?” I ask, and she looks at me in surprise. I get it. I have been rude to her so many times, but that’s just the way I am. After thinking about it, I realized that maybe if I were nicer to her, she might break sooner.

  “You can choose since I already ate two.” She starts laughing, and it's the fucking cutest sound I think I’ve ever heard. I pick up a red velvet cake and put it on the plate for her, then take the lemon cake for myself before following her to the couch.

  “How was your meeting?” she asks, bringing her legs up on the couch.

  My eyes remain on her legs a little longer than I wanted them to. “Not great. Actually, it was pretty fucking annoying,” I say, putting the cake on the couch as I shift my position. Fuck you, hard-on.

  “I’m sorry. Here, try this.” She brings her fork closer to me. The way she's looking at me makes me think she's teasing me just as much as I'm teasing her. I bring my lips to the fork and watch her staring at me. “Good, right?”

  “Very.” I put my mug on the table before offering her some of my cake. She returns the favor, watching me carefully as she closes her lips around the fork. My cock twitches in my pants as I look at her. How far can I push her today?

  “Your mom sure can bake. That's so good,” she smiles. “Do you want to watch a movie?” Putting her cake on the table, she gets up and walks over to the DVDs, leaving me to watch her body as she moves around. “What do you want to watch?”

  “You getting naked.” Shit, I meant to say that in my head.

  She turns around and rolls her eyes at me. I know Lexi thinks it annoys me when she rolls her eyes, but I like it. She watches me long enough to make me wonder if she might be considering it.

  “And what would I be doing naked?” Her eyes don’t leave mine.

  Am I shocked she asked? Yes, but that just proves she’s playing the game too. I have to play this right, because if I say the wrong thing, this could all go south for me. But, if I play it right, she might just play along. God, I hope she plays along.

  I lean back on the couch. “You would be slowly trailing your fingers down your neck and over your breasts.” I pause for a moment, watching how she reacts.

  She bites her bottom lip. “Like this?” Her finger moves slowly down her neck and her chest before she stops and looks at me.

  She’s waiting for me to tell her more. God, she hasn’t even touched herself properly and my cock is pounding. “Play with your left nipple.” Her hand moves beneath the collar of her dress, and I can see she’s not wearing a bra as she starts playing with her nipple. “Pinch it.” She does as I tell her, keeping her eyes on mine. “Remove your hand.” Just like that she does. She's turned on, and I can see she wants more. “Do you masturbate?”

  “I do. Sometimes I use my vibrator,” she says then licks her lips. “Do you?”

  I watch her for a moment. “Seems the last few days, I’ve had to.” I’m not going to lie about it. All I have thought about is her. How her skin would feel next t
o mine, or how her mouth would feel around my cock. I have been hard as fuck, and I need a release.

  She goes to move. “Stop,” I tell her, and she does. “I want to watch you touch yourself.” Even I can hear the hunger in my tone, so I know she can hear it.

  She looks at me for a moment. Is she fighting with herself? Is she going to play the game? I want to tease her, but I get the feeling she wants to tease me too.

  Slowly, she lifts her dress and, God, I mean slowly. I take a deep breath when I see her red lace underwear. My heart beats faster by the second as I watch her move her panties to the side just enough to give me an unobstructed view of what's hidden.

  “What would you be doing while I’m touching myself?” she asks, her other hand stopping at her thigh.

  I watch her hand slide a little closer to its goal then pausing before moving again. “Trying very fucking hard not to fuck you.” I'm not lying either. It’s taking all the self-control I can muster to not jump off the couch and take her now.

  “I was hoping you would be stroking yourself as you watch me,” she says, her finger circling her clit. Fuck. She bites her lip, her eyes on me, waiting for me to join her.

  I undo my button and pull my zipper down, then pull my jeans and boxers down enough to let my hard cock bounce up and out. Her eyes travel down my body, and she licks her lips as I stroke myself slowly.

  “Stop,” I tell her. “Come here.” She stops moving her hands but doesn’t move toward the couch. She knows I can’t ask her for sex, but nothing is preventing her from asking me for it. Nothing except her. Even I can see she isn't ready to break our deal just yet. “Come here,” I say a little louder.

  She looks at her watch, then pushes herself off the shelves and walks over slowly. She stops in front of me and watches as I stroke my cock with one hand. I grab her right hand with the other and bring it to my lips. God, she smells fucking amazing. I put her fingers in my mouth and taste her. She tastes like heaven. Her moans cause me to pump harder on my cock.