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then we can get some food.”
    “That sounds great.” Right now she’d say anything to leave. Tessa needed time alone to think. Something was going on. As much as she would like to think Lucian all of a sudden wanted her and thought they had something, Tessa knew better. Men like Lucian didn’t go for women like her. Tessa didn’t think she was ugly—she just wasn’t hot playboy billionaire girlfriend material.
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    Lucian ducked his head as they walked into Tessa’s little granny flat. The flat was about the size of his bedroom and bathroom combined. The bathroom had a shower, a sink, and toilet, and there was barely room to move. The kitchenette, one small bench and sink with a tiny fridge, sat in one corner with her bed on the opposite side of the room. A wooden painted folding divider separated the room. A TV sat next to her bed with a tattered two-seater sofa.
    Tessa rummaged through drawers against the wall and then went to a small closet and grabbed some clothes. She clutched her items to her chest. “Um… thanks again for dropping me home. You can let yourself out. I’ll er…see you Monday?”
    “No.”  Ha, his little mate thought she was escaping him. No way was he letting his mate stay here another night. “You will get changed, then gather a bag and some of your things. I’ll buy you some more clothes later. You’re coming back with me.”
    “Excuse me?” Her mouth gaped opened and her eyes widened.
    Advancing on her, he tilted her head up so she gazed into his eyes. He wanted her to know he meant business. “You’re staying with me from now on. Grab the things you want. Anything else you need I will buy for you. Be quick now. I think this place is making me claustrophobic.” He let her go.
    “You’re crazy,” she whispered. Tessa blinked and shook her head.
    “Do you need help to get changed?” He chuckled when she backed up and, if at all possible, her eyes got bigger.
    “N…n…no,” she stuttered. “Give me a moment and I’ll be back.”
    Lucian watched as she scurried to her tiny bathroom. While she hid in the bathroom he snooped. In the fridge sat milk, butter, cheese and yogurt. The cupboards had two-minute noodles and bread, bowls, plates and some containers. The two draws held utensils. He sighed, her kitchen contained the bare minimum. He walked the couple of steps to her closet, opening it to find three pairs of shoes, two dresses and four skirts, six blouses and five t-shirts with three pairs of jeans. Lucian shook his head and walked to the draws, surprised to find a large draw filled with fancy bras and underwear. Another draw held two flannelette PJs and three tracksuit pants with five old, big shirts. The bottom draw held papers and knickknacks.
    Going over to the sofa, he sank into it. Holy crap, that was it—she was not coming back to this place…ever. It was a death trap. Standing, he marched to the bathroom door and opened it. Tessa sat on the toilet with the seat down, her arms hugging her legs. “No more hiding. Get up and pack or I will do it for you.”
    Her gaze narrowed on him and she slowly stood. “You are not the boss of me. You may be my boss at work, but here you’re just plain old Lucian Samson. I barely know you. I am not yours to push around. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not anything to you, so leave me alone. I’m not coming with you. I’m staying right here until you go.”
    His demon raced to the surface and took charge. Lucian let him because right now he was on the same page, getting their mate out of this shitty little flat. Stalking to his woman, he picked her up and placed her over his shoulder and walked out of the tiny dwelling. Palming her arse as she squirmed under him, he smacked her. “To you I am never plain old Lucian Samson. I am your mate, your boyfriend, and soon to be husband. I will keep you safe and make sure you have everything you need. You are everything to me. You, my little kitten, are mine. I will never leave