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guard by lust. In the time he disappeared, I’ve imagined all the things I’d say to Drazen when he returns.
    Stick your personal assistant job up your butt.
    I’m leaving your sick, twisted home.
    “I’ve never missed anyone, but I’ve missed you, Katherine.”
    My pent-up anger melts away.
    He leans forward, and I can see a part of his magnetic grin and an insistent finger that’s beckoning me to where he’s seated. The air becomes weighted by the same thing that landed me in his home—mutual lust and desire. I shake my head. No way. I’m staying as far away from Drazen as possible. The grin drops from his lips but his finger is still emphatic.
    I shake my head again.
    “Don’t make me come get you.”
    At his ominous threat, I swing a leg over the bed and approach him slowly in my T-shirt and panties.
    He growls low, but I still hear him. An overpowering sense of want soaks my panties. “Fuck,” he says when I stop in front of him.
    My arms automatically cross over my stomach, self-conscious about my state of undress, while he’s fully clothed in a dark suit, pale blue shirt, tie, and dress shoes. Plus, I need to lose a few pounds.
    He stands up, and I’m forced to take a step back. “You should be proud of your body.” His hands encourage mine to release their death grip from my body. “It’s spectacular,” he tells me, circling, then stopping behind me. His fingers are under my chin, pushing it up. “And walk with your head held high. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His free hand is at my waist, and he’s much closer behind me. He kisses one shoulder, then the next, and then he sits in the chair again.
    No one’s ever told me there is anything about me to be proud of.
    “It seems I have a problem.” He runs a hand through his hair making it riotous but sexy as hell. “I’ve stayed away for as long as I could stand. But I need you. I hate to admit that, but I need you , Katie.”
    The last piece of distrust and fight is sucked right out of me.
    “Kneel.”
    “I can’t.”
    His green eyes are hard like cut emeralds. “Can’t or won’t?”
    I point down to my reddened knees from the hours I spent cleaning Monica’s bathroom with a toothbrush to get it spotless.
    The backs of his hands graze my sensitive knees. “What the fuck happened?”
    Shouldn’t he know what takes place under his roof? He speaks with Monica daily, so obviously he’s cosigned all of her methods to debase me. Right? I shrug my shoulders.
    “Is that supposed to be an answer?” he whisper-yells, leaning forward.
    His tone, the ire in it, makes me pause. He sounds clueless about how I’ve spent my six weeks. “I got it while cleaning.” It really wasn’t a big deal. I’ve survived worse like ridicule and isolation.
    “Cleaning!” he yells, sounding frustrated, which I don’t get. His next words push down the resentfulness I’ve chewed on all this time. “You have no business cleaning. There are maids for that shit.” He stares up at me, waiting for me to say something.
    All I have is leftover aggression about being dropped off in Monica’s hellish hands. “Well no one delivered that memo. So, yeah, I’ve been cleaning. Cleaning your damn bathroom. And every other square inch of this house for the last forty-two days!” I yell right back at him, hands on my hips.
    He chuckles.
    “Stop it.” Humiliation pitches my voice higher. “Stop laughing at me.”
    The smile disappears. “I’d never laugh at you.” The intensity in his voice pulls my head down to him. “That fire in you, those hands on your sexy hips ... that shit turns me on,” he says with a dangerous edge in his tone. “Show me that spark again, baby girl.”
    I swallow, unprepared for this turn of events. I take a couple steps back as he continues coming toward me, loosening his tie, shrugging off his coat—all the while forcing me backward. With the bed at the back of my knees, there’s nowhere else to go.
    “Fuck,” I