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biting me in the ass because I deserved it. I didn’t believe in Karma but I was starting to.
    For just a moment, I thought I was going to tell her how I knew her. I was going to come clean and say it. But something stopped me. The fact I said we already met and she still couldn’t figure it out just pissed me off. What if I told her about that night and she still didn’t remember it?
    It would be devastating to my ego.
    The fact she was even more beautiful than I remembered irritated me. Why couldn’t she be fat and ugly to make it easier on me? She was graceful and intelligent, beautiful beyond description, and she had a no-bullshit attitude that I immediately loved. When she threatened to attack me, I knew she was being sincere. She wasn’t a pushover like most girls.
    Katarina was a whole new breed.
    I needed to let go of that night and just move on. She was my client now, and being an ass to her wouldn’t get me anywhere. It would just make us argue and fight, something I’d rather not do.
    I didn’t like her friend Joey one bit. He eye-fucked the shit out her, not caring who saw or what they thought. Katarina insisted their families were trying to push them together, but I had a feeling Joey had a hand in that. It seemed like the only person who didn’t want it to happen was Katarina.
    Why wasn’t she dating? She said she never did it. Why? It was an odd thing for a gorgeous woman to say. If that was her philosophy, it made sense why she ditched me the night we met. Maybe she was looking for something quick and simple, what I usually wanted.
    But on that night, I didn’t want that with her. I wanted something more. It was the first time that ever happened to me, and it wounded me she didn’t feel the same way. How could I feel something so extraordinary but it completely escaped her notice?
    I was feeling worse by the second. I knew I should apologize to her. Instead of being a perfect date and making her evening perfect, I insulted her left and right. I couldn’t control my tongue, and rude things came spilling out. My resentment was unfair, especially since I wouldn’t tell her what my problem was. I should be a man and apologize.
    ***
    I knocked and waited for an answer.
    Katarina opened the door and studied me suspiciously. “How can I help you?”
    Just looking at her pissed me off. That soft brown hair felt amazing in my fingertips. I remembered fisting it, gripping it as I slammed into her. Even two years later, the memory came back to me vividly. Her pussy was so tight and my cock loved every second of it. And when she rode me…I was in heaven.
    “Cato?”
    My thoughts were shattered by her words. If she knew what I was thinking, she would murder me on the spot, probably with those military moves. I focused my gaze on her face and tried to remember why I was there. “I just came by to apologize for my behavior.”
    She lowered her guard slightly. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. I was very rude to you and I shouldn’t have been.”
    Katarina lowered her arms to her sides. “Well, thank you. I appreciate that.”
    “Yeah…”
    “However, I’d rather know why you dislike me so much.” She searched my face for an answer, hoping I would solve the mystery.
    Telling her would be stupid. She still wouldn’t remember that night, and then I would feel worse. Two people experienced something great but only one person remembered it. It wasn’t worth bringing up. “It’s my own problem. Let’s just forget about it.”
    “Well, you were pretty hostile…”
    “I’d rather just forget about it.” I put my hands in my pockets and shifted my weight to one foot.
    “But you still don’t look at me the same.”
    “Pardon?” I asked.
    “You still aren’t nice, charming, or sweet. You do it to everyone else but me.”
    “Well, I’m not acting right now.”
    “So, this is who you really are?” she asked. “Sad and irritable?”
    The anger started to burn deep inside me. “I just apologized to you.