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said. “We’re
going to have so much fun together. You do have a passport?”
    “No, not yet, but I can get
one.”
    “Do it,” Hannah commanded, “right
away. You should probably see if it can’t be rushed. We’ll do Paris in February
and Milan after that. While we are over there, we might want to stop by some
German fashion houses as well.”
    Paris, Milan, Germany—Willow’s
head was spinning. In all of her twenty-two years, she had yet to leave the
state of Texas. They would have so much fun together? Fun didn’t even
begin to describe it. Stealing one of Hannah’s signature taglines, this was
going to be fabulous.
    Later that evening, Hannah
relaxed in her bathtub. As the soothing aromas filled her senses, she closed
her eyes and imagined Willow. It was hardly a stretch to recall her smooth
porcelain skin or sparkling green eyes as Hannah had thought of little else in
the last six months. Like everything else in her life, when she was obsessed,
she did it big time.
    It seemed such a shame, given
Willow’s pathetically morose childhood, that fate had intervened and given her
the ability to thrive in such mediocrity. Homeless shelters, an absentee
father, and, no doubt, a dead-junkie mommy had all the makings for a perfect
pet. And Willow would be perfect.
    From the moment Hannah saw her
on stage, she knew Willow was the one, the only one. A smile curled her angel-bowed
lips as she imagined all the things she could do with her. The possibilities
were endless. The only tricky part was negotiating that razor-thin line of
things she could do and things that might be deemed illegal. If she were given
complete and free reign, Hannah would start by locking Willow in her room and
keeping her there forever. With Willow as her pet, there would never be a need
to leave again. It would be the perfect world.
    Zachary Bell was the one dark
cloud in her otherwise beautiful vision. Long term, he wouldn’t work for Hannah.
Where was Dmitri when she needed him? Stashed away in a Russian prison for the
rest of his life because the damn fool got sloppy. Hannah felt herself grow
tense and forcibly made herself relax. There were other ways to depose of the
loser musician.
    Once again, Hannah started to
recoil in disgust. He wasn’t just a loser—he was a goddamn pimp. What could
Willow possibly be thinking? Didn’t she know she deserved better? She deserved
Hannah. Now that Willow was hers, she would never need to degrade herself
again. No more stripping for strangers. Willow would be treated like a
princess, like royalty, because now that she was Hannah’s, she was.

Chapter
4
    Hannah played nice for the
first week. By the start of the second week, Willow was beginning to realize
what she meant by good days versus bad days. Hannah had failed to mention that
in between the days, she also had good minutes and bad minutes. Her mercurial
emotions flipped with the ease of a light switch. One moment she was happy and
giddy and the next she was cursing a blue streak.
    Most of the time, Willow sat
back silently, watching mesmerized, like standing in front of a fire and waiting
for it to explode. Willow figured Hannah had some serious anger issues or quite
possibly the worst case of PMS since the dawn of time. Occasionally, Hannah’s
verbal attacks were more personal, more directed towards her, but she held her
tongue. Still being new on the job, and not knowing Hannah well enough to know
how she might react, she thought it might not be in her best interest to tell her
to quit being such a bitch.
    But the storm would pass just
as soon as it blew in and, once again, Hannah was back to being sweet and
outrageously generous. Whenever she was in town, Hannah came each morning with
a bouquet of fresh flowers. At first, Willow assumed they were for the office
and sat them in the empty reception area as Hannah had yet to hire a receptionist.
    That morning, Hannah walked
into Willow’s office, which was just across the hall from her own.