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It was a reasonable question. And Cole was buggered if she knew the answer. As far as she could tell, there was nothing about her that would attract—let alone hold—the attention of someone like Aiden Crux. Capacity for happiness notwithstanding. And, yes, she did remember every nice thing he’d ever said to her. Squirreling them away like string and marbles in a kid’s keepsake box. “I don’t know,” she told him. “But I like it.” He frowned, the pained line she so wished to soothe away appearing between his brows. “I don’t like it. I don’t want to want this. But I can’t stop.” Way to bring her back to earth with a bump. “Pro tip. When you’re attempting to negotiate a short-term, preapproved sexual encounter with somebody, maybe don’t tell them how much you’re resenting it?” He released her and sprang to his feet, leaving her sprawled and disheveled on the carpet like a virgin sacrifice. Well, except for the virgin bi
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Cole was kind of waiting for him to disclose the shocker that he was more than a little bit kinky. It was something she had already noticed with two eyes and a clue, along with the memory of sore nipples. “I’m afraid,” he said, “that I must insist upon a certain logistical inequality.” Cole had been indulging in an exciting little fantasy involving handcuffs, a peacock feather, and one of those jeweled butt plugs she had seen on the Internet. She stopped. “You what?” “I’m a very busy man. And my schedule is both restrictive and inflexible. It’s not something I can change, and I’m afraid—selfish as it may be—I don’t want to be troubled by any disappointment or frustration that may cause you.” “You mean, when you want me, you expect me to be available and you don’t want to have to worry about my feelings?” He had the grace to look embarrassed. “I…yes.” Cole thought about it. On the surface, it sounded pretty unappealing,
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Cole shuffled, feeling overwhelmed and faintly awful. “Um. Thank you. But surely this isn’t your job.” “My job is whatever Aiden needs.” Wow. Because that didn’t have a ring of “pet assassin” or anything. Or maybe all the talk of panic buttons and private security firms had gone to her head. “I’ll try not to bug you.” “Cole,” he said her name, the first time he’d used it to directly address her, but he said it meanly, like she was someone else’s dog who’d pissed on his carpet and he didn’t feel it was his place to rebuke her. “I’ve been asked to look after you and I will do it to the best of my frankly considerable ability. However, if she made things more difficult than they had to be out of some misplaced bourgeois guilt, I will be quite displeased.” As Cole opened her mouth to reply, she hoped something appropriate and vaguely sensible would emerge. Except what happened was, “And I won’t like you when you’re displeased?” Becaus
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Cole guiltily slammed the lid closed on her laptop. “Um, hi,” she said to Aiden as she stood up to greet him. “Hello, Cole. How are you?” he asked. Cole was giddy and dazed and desperately thrilled to see him, but she suddenly got self-conscious because she was staying in his apartment for the sole purpose of facilitating a prearranged sexual encounter, and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to behave. “I’m happy to see you,” she managed finally. “Likewise,” he replied. OMG. Likewise? His cheat word? Cole gazed at him, speechless and mortified by a social tic. She felt like an idiot because what was she expecting? He had made his terms super clear, and she had agreed to them. It was hardly a scenario that involved him romancing her face off. “Are you settled in?” he asked. “Um, yeah. Thank you. It’s quite a place,” Cole replied. He glanced around as if his own apartment was totally unfamiliar to him. “Wh
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Cole matched her fingertips to the marks he had left. “You know you can handle a little pain for a good cause. Especially when the cause is me. I think it’s hot…actually. Knowing you lost control because of me.” “That’s not a side of myself I’m proud of,” he replied. “Oh, Aiden.” She sat up and threw her arms around him. It was not entirely successful because he went all tense and stiff and elbowy, so it was a little bit like hugging a piece of modern art. “Well, it’s a side of you I’m really into. But even if it wasn’t, I’d tell you what you just told me.” He pulled out of her embrace and turned. She thought he was going to kiss her, but he just leaned in, his brow resting for a moment against hers. It was a chaste and unexpectedly tender gesture. His eyes closed, the lashes silky soft and vulnerable against his cheeks. “I’m never quite prepared for how sweet you are,” he said. “Sweet?” She repeated, somewhat disappointed. “I don’t suppose you me
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Settling herself in the study, Cole opened her laptop and stared miserably at the arid desert of accomplishment that was her CV. She did her best to spruce it up. Truthfully, she hadn’t been completely idle at Oxford—if anything, her near pathological avoidance of her degree had made her pretty productive in other areas. She’d written for any paper, magazine, and doomed websperiment going. And then there’d been her celebrated stretch as editor of the Bog Sheet—indeed, upon such foundations were Pulitzers won. Ho hum. But at least it meant she had a portfolio. And that was…that was something, right? Her social media presence wasn’t bad either. Twitter could go bite a rabid baboon, but her Instagram was popular-ish, even with people who didn’t know her personally. Basically, she was probably a credible potential candidate. Apart from the bit where she had nothing to apply for because the career advisor had been right and she should have sorted this out last Oct
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Aiden was back in a couple of days, probably having made, like, $100,000 an hour while Cole had flailed around trying to come up with pitches and eating a lot of Coco Pops directly from the packet. It was disconcerting because she’d never lacked for inspiration before. There’d always been something going on at college—news or gossip or drama or simply a fresh target for satire. And even at school, she’d got serious column inches out of stuff like the time Glen Lowrey got a D on his chemistry homework, set it on fire with the Bunsen burner, threw the smoldering pieces in the bin, and then the bin exploded. They went to print with the headline BIN BURNER LOWREY IN NEW ARSON SHOCK. And she’d got detention for gratuitous sensationalism. The problem was, here at the top of One Hyde Park, there was nothing. Just wealth and quiet and bulletproof glass. She mean, unless she wanted to write about being the…kept woman? Temporary fucktoy? Of a gay billionaire. Except no. Ju
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Or maybe detachment wasn't the right word either. It was hard to think in the middle of the sensual onslaught to which she was subjecting herself. And probably that she was trying to think at all was a sign of some hitherto undiscussed messed-upness on her part. But she guessed she just wanted him to be more involved. She wanted pleasure to be this bottle of strawberry wine they passed between them on a summer day. She wanted it to be sparks in a plasma ball jumping from her to him and back again. And she definitely didn't want to be serviced by a beautiful bonk robot as if she was stuck in Westworld. Which was totally ungrateful of her because there was some amazing stuff going on. Her body was having a really happy time—but where was Aiden? Every time she tried to touch him back or participate in any way, he'd move her hands or reposition her with infuriating gentleness. Cole wouldn't have cared if he'd pinned her or overpowered her, come at her rough and cruel and full of threats o
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