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control themselves? There’s no real challenge in that.”
    Ouch. Well, he was right, wasn’t he? Not only had she gotten drunk last night, but she’d hauled off and decked him in a fit of temper. What happened after that was vague and dreamlike. At least she hoped she hadn’t actually begged him to fuck her.
    She squinted at him. “You’re not answering my question, Finch.”
    “No, Victoria. I did not fuck you. Nor did I accept your tempting offer to dominate you,” he said as he sat down and calmly tapped on his laptop. “I’m not looking for a submissive of your type.”
    Don’t ask him. Don’t ask him . “What type is that?” Damn it, she shouldn’t have asked.
    His direct and clear gaze met hers. “A brat. A submissive who wants to surrender but denies it.” He shrugged. “Some Dominants like that kind of a challenge. I prefer the type of submissive who knows herself.”
    Why did the words he said in the tone he delivered them feel like blows to her solar plexus? She knew herself. With any other man, she was certain, confident. It was only with Finch that she felt off-kilter and out of control.
    “Fine,” she said, trying to keep the hurt out of her voice by using anger. “We agree, then.” She rose and turned toward the door. His assessment did hurt. Not that he didn’t want her. That wasn’t a new sensation. Men rejected her on a regular basis. It was the hit at her submission, calling her a brat, inferring that she was a clueless nitwit. She hated being considered stupid.
    “Victoria, sit down,” Atticus said in a firm tone.
    Fuck you, you sadistic bastard . She kept walking. He knew what she was, played on it. If he thought she was a brat, fine, she’d be a brat. “Fire me. I don’t care,” she said and was horrified to find that her throat was tight and she was close to tears.
    “He cooked the books and made it look like you did it.” Atticus’s voice was cold and expressionless.
    Slowly, she turned to face him. “So?” It took effort, but she kept the boiling anger and frustration the situation brought up out of her voice. How could she fight this? Her former boss had joined other Sunsoon officers in abandoning ship just as ConFed took over, leaving Tori with the unenviable task of negotiating for the company. With Reena Barrett as the only senior Sunsoon officer left as ConFed swept in, the job of protecting what was left of the company fell to Tori, Nell, and Reena. It also left them scrambling to fix the messes created by the men who didn’t care what happened to the people left behind. Despair washed through her, replacing the helpless rage. She was trapped, and he knew it.
    Atticus rose and pointed to the couch. She gritted her teeth. She did not want to obey him. And yet, she did. God, did she ever. Despite the fact that he’d picked at her confidence, stomped on her self-worth, and now revealed that she was in deep shit.
    Tori longed to be owned, to be wanted in that mysterious way that Dominants loved their subs. She’d never given any man her true self because, in her mind, they hadn’t earned it.
    Here was a man who was as close to her fantasy as a man could get, and he didn’t want her. Typical. But she had to move, either to the door and walk out on her job, or to the couch, to accept Atticus’s admonitions.
    It had all happened on her watch. Yet, she still didn’t buy it. Terrence was a prick but a careful one. Fucking with accounting books wasn’t his M.O. Still, she didn’t do it. And if Terrance didn’t steal the money, who did?
    Not to mention she really couldn’t quit her job right now.
    She sighed and sat down on the couch. “Terrence didn’t cook those books. I didn’t do it, but neither did he. He was an asshole, don’t get me wrong, but he wasn’t a smart guy.” She pointed to the computer screen. “He was old-school accounting. He did budgets and bills. I did the projections and the actual money handling. He hired someone for this, just