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up, and he placed a hand on her arm. “Atticus said you’d worked for Ernest Dover for six years.”
    “Yes.” She didn’t resist when he gently urged her to sit back down.
    He picked up a pair of boxer briefs that were neatly hung over the end of the couch with his other clothes and pulled them on. They hugged his body in a way that made Nell’s mouth water. She’d wanted him dressed, his naked form too tempting, but maybe she was wrong. She tried to focus on his questions.
    His tone was casual. “You have a degree in business?”
    “From Pepperdine.” She remained perched on the edge of her seat.
    The man dressed quickly in casual slacks and a green polo shirt. His brown hair was mussed, but that only added to his appeal. He had craggy features, a term she’d never understood until she saw his rather blunt, angled bone structure. With economic movements, he even put on socks and loafers.
    He focused on a pleat of his pants. “I’ve met Professor Alyet.”
    Damn. He certainly knew how to get the heart of the matter. Had the professor told this man about her past? When he raised his head to look at her, she immediately went back to staring at the lamp. It didn’t matter how good-looking he was, she wasn’t going to…do whatever she’d agreed to do. Okay. She vaguely remembered discussing her employee agreement with Gina and Tori. She even remembered giggling about it. And the fact that the man knew her favorite professor didn’t mean a damn thing. Hadn’t she dug into the past of ConFed’s two top executives, men who shied away from the public eye? Of course they would have returned the favor. It didn’t mean anything. She pressed her lips together and prepared to rise to her feet.
    “Professor Alyet had a high regard for your business acumen,” he said.
    Nell caught the subtle implication. Professor Alyet had been her advisor and mentor during an ugly chapter in her life, one that solidified Nell’s belief in her abilities and lack of confidence in her sexual life. Her exploration of the more deviant aspects of her personality had been stunted, and this man had discovered that fact.
    “I overheard your discussion.” He leaned back and studied her. “You indicated that you would be tempted by a Dominant/submissive relationship as stipulated in the employee agreement but were unaware of how to declare yourself.” He raised his eyebrows. “Let’s just say you sought clarification.”
    She groaned. “Tell me I didn’t.”
    “You did,” the man confirmed. “Normally, if an employee declares such an intention, it isn’t public. You, unfortunately, did it at a tableful of ConFed officers.”
    Oh. Shit . This was the part she didn’t remember. “What exactly did I say?” She couldn’t look at him, her voice muffled as she hid behind her shaking hands.
    “Exactly?” He removed her hands and held up his phone. A video. Of her. Drunk.
    She forced herself to watch and bit her lip when the image showed her on her knees asking “Does that mean I belong to you now?”
    The scene was also arousing as well as completely embarrassing.
    As the video ended, Nell couldn’t control the lump in her throat or the fear in her veins. “So last night—” She tried to swallow and almost choked.
    There was a suspicious twinkle in his eyes when he answered her unspoken question. “Last night, I packed you into my car, praying you didn’t do any damage to my interior, and brought you to my hotel room. Your friends weren’t really in any condition to drive you.”
    “No. We’d arranged for a car.” Her mouth was dry.
    He lifted one eyebrow. “A wise decision since you came back to my hotel room, did a memorable strip show, and passed out.”
    She closed her eyes, wanting the floor to open up and swallow her. “But…I mean…we didn’t…did we?”
    When he didn’t immediately answer, she opened her eyes, afraid of what she would see. His gaze held hers for what seemed like a very long time. “No,