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loving strokes to wash every inch of myself, putting on a show for him more than getting clean. He bit his lip, watching me torture him and letting me do it.
    Finally, I finished after a second round of rubbing the soap against my nipples. “Why are you letting me do this to you?” I asked, curious as to why he hadn’t just ravaged me like the savage we both knew him to be.
    “I get so few moments with you that there is actual pleasure in the intense pain of waiting and wanting you—of wanting to explode inside you and making you scream my name.”
    By far his best answer ever. I nodded, not moving much. He was certainly good at playing this game of greedy hearts. He was winning. He was making me want to give him mine, no questions asked and nothing in return.

 
 
 
 

Chapter Five

 
    Virgin cock tails

 
    I walked out of the room in a stunning emerald-green shift dress. It covered far more of me and matched the pumps perfectly. My red lipstick was actually a bit intense for it, but I didn't care. I wanted him to see it and cry inside a little, like I was.
    He stood in a pair of black pinstripe dress pants and a pale-blue shirt. He wore his same burgundy dress shoes. He looked like fucking sex on a stick, and I wanted to ride that stick more than I had ever wanted anything.
    His eyes lit up when he saw me. “Much more appropriate for Dubai.”
    “You were going to let me wear the red tube dress—don't start on me.”
    “I knew you would change.” He sighed and looked over something on his iPad.
    “What was that thing you used earlier?”
    “It stops any sort of transmitting device or listening or video recording.”
    “My phone?”
    “I turned it off on the plane so that when we arrived here it wouldn't be fried by the device.”
    I didn't even want to know how all our stuff got there. I gave myself a last look. “Where are we meeting everyone else?”
    “Belgium. We have an hour to finish this negotiation and get back to the jet.”
    “Belgium? I thought they were meeting us here.” I turned back, uncertain of his motives. It was the flaw in the system that was our relationship. He had double-crossed me so many times that I didn't trust him, even a little.
    He saw my look and shook his head. “Evie, we can’t talk about it right now. Read your text messages on the way to the car.” He stood, grabbing his jacket and pulling it on. Handsome was such the understatement. I sighed and followed him, grabbing the gold clutch he had packed for me in my suitcase when he had replaced all my normal clothes with his choices. It was mostly heels and lingerie. My phone was already in there so I pulled it out and read the text from the random number I didn't recognize.
    Kids are fine. Don't be a pain in the ass but don't give it all away either.
    xoxoxo, Mom
    I scowled at his back. “What did you say to my mom?”
    He chuckled. “Just that you were playing hard to get.”
    “Impossible to get is actually the game of the week for me.”
    He glanced back as he pressed the button on the elevator. “Don’t push me, Evie. I like this game right now. Don't make me not like it. Then I’ll be forced to change the rules.”
    I reached my hand into my bag, dropped my phone in there, and pulled out my middle finger. “I brought you something special all the way from Canada.”
    “You’re ridiculous.” He looked like he might turn me over his knee, not something I generally fought over with him, but tonight I might have actually. When we stepped into the elevator he pressed himself close to me, too close. I was nearly squished into the wall. My phone buzzed in my bag. I lifted the clasp and peeked inside, surprised by a text from another random number.
    We are going to go to the car. They’ll drive us to the location. You are a woman who does talent scouting for me in America and sells in Eastern Europe. We are negotiating a deal for twenty young women. They want American girls, no older than twenty-three.