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“You could look at it as it makes me really want to get to know you more,” I suggest.

Cady studies me with her cool tawny gaze. “Who are you?” she finally demands.

“Maximus Steele,” I tell her. “At your service for as long as you’ll have me.”

13

Cady

There’s something about Max. He is seriously like a puppy—tail wagging, tongue hanging out with big puppy eyes and a goofy expression. He’s funny.

He makes me laugh.

But puppies aren’t supposed to be sexy. Max Steele is sexy and that assertiveness that peeks out has the potential to make my toes curl.

I’ve always been in charge in the bedroom. It’s how it always is, how it has to be.

It’s the only way I could have survived.

Even playing the submissive, I always know I am the one pulling the strings. I wonder if it would be that way with Max.

Going away with a man like him… going away with a man who isn’t paying me… This is a first.

The last time I was interested in a man was two years ago. We went on three dates over six months before I found out he got married during that timeframe. The time before that was when I was twenty-eight. I had to put out a restraining order on him.

I don’t date.

Max seems different from my usual admirers, but that doesn’t mean I’m interested. Or will become interested. Relationships don’t work for me.

Max tries to make small talk on the drive to the mall—shopping. I’m going shopping for clothes… for a man.

Back when I saw clients, they were wealthy and dressed in expensive suits. It wasn’t something I insisted on, but I did show my appreciation.

It always comes back to sex.

I know Max wants me. It was obvious the way he stared at me last night in the restaurant, and I… I didn’t dissuade him. It had been a long time since I had a man look at me like that—someone who didn’t see me as a possession for the evening. Arm candy. A sure thing after a long day in the office.

I check my emails on the drive, text Tana and Travis and explain why I won’t be back in the office until this afternoon without telling them exactly why.

Travis will think I’ve been kidnapped and Tana will wonder—

What will Tana think?

She’s always telling to enjoy myself. Take up a hobby, spend time with friends, relax. Exactly what Noam told me.

The sharp stab of disbelief takes my breath away. I can’t believe he’s gone. I Google his name to see if any information has been released. Because until it has, maybe…

He’s gone and there’s no sense pretending otherwise.

I have few friends, Noam being one of them. My neighbour, Malcolm. Tana, but I pay her, so does that really make her a friend?

I have no interests other than making money. I can’t relax unless I’m listening to my meditation podcast in the hot tub.

Even then, it’s hard.

Tana also tells me I should have more sex.

I just laugh when she comes up with that.

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