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“Yes. We should do dinner! Jasmine has my number.”
Before she could respond to that with a, “Hell no,” Roth dragged her out of Black Jade. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw three men jostling for position and felt her heart sink. More paparazzi. She held up her hand to block her face and had no choice but to duck into the back seat of the Bentley while Roth rounded the car to get in on the other side.
“You can drop me off at my hotel,” she said and gave Mo the address.
She turned away from Roth and pressed her trembling thighs together. She didn’t know what the fuck just happened. Bad move, thinking he wouldn’t do anything in public. He seriously didn’t give a fuck. Well, he hadn’t cared from the very start. Why would he change now that he was even more powerful? Her mind went haywire whenever he was around.
“Mo, we’re going the wrong way,” she said.
Neither man said a word. When she turned to Roth, he was doing something on his phone. He ignored her while the car carried her away from the safety of her hotel.
“I need—”
He looked up and speared her with his gaze. “We need to talk.”
“I thought we just did,” she said through clenched teeth.
His eyes dipped to her breasts and then back to her eyes. “We need to talk more.”
“Contract,” she hissed so only he could hear.
“I have it.”
“Why didn’t you send it to me?”
“We have some things to discuss that I didn’t want to speak of over the phone. I’ll give it to you once we get there.”
“There” turned out to be 432 Park Avenue on Billionaire’s Row, not even a block from Hennessy Tower where her sisters lived. As the doormen came forward, she turned to Roth with wide eyes.
“I can’t go in there with you! I thought we were going to your office! I—” She shut up when he got out and slammed the door.
“Uh, no thank you,” she said to the man offering to assist her from the car. “Mo, take me to—”
Roth reached in and grabbed her. He wasn’t gentle when he pulled her out of the car. The attentive staff who were well-versed in the elite of New York couldn’t hide their shock as they looked from her to Roth. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek.
“Make a scene, and you’ll regret it,” he warned.
He led her into one of the most exclusive addresses in New York. The impressive lobby was filled with people coming and going. She averted her face in the hopes of somehow going unnoticed, which was ludicrous considering how huge Roth was. They had almost reached the elevators when the worst-case scenario happened. Two wives of her father’s business partners stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of them. She tried to brazen out the awkwardness with a smile and wave.
“Hi, Mrs. Pearson, Mrs. O’Leary.”
Neither woman responded. She tried to step away from Roth, but he didn’t allow it. By the time they were in the elevator, she felt as if she had died a thousand deaths and was near tears. She couldn’t say anything with a staff member in the lift with them, but the moment they stepped into his penthouse, she ripped her hand from his and shoved him with every bit of strength she had.
“Are you crazy?” she shouted. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Calm down,” he ordered.
“Fuck calm! You fuck me in a dressing room on Madison Avenue, and then you bring me here! What are you thinking? If my sisters find out, they’re going to—”
The elevator opened, revealing Sarai and two bellboys with her packages from Black Jade.
Sarai beamed at her. “Ms. Hennessy, so good to see you again.”
She swallowed her ire and nodded because if she opened her mouth, she was going to lose her shit. He was taking over again, steamrolling her, and she couldn’t stand it.
“I’ll meet you in my office,” Roth said to Sarai while he tipped the bellboys and grabbed her bags. “Come.”
She had no choice but to follow him through the massive penthouse. She imagined climbing his back and putting him in a chokehold as he walked into a master suite surrounded by glass walls and jaw-dropping views. He dropped her bags on the bed and gestured to the connecting bathroom.
