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sure, but I don’t need to. He knows me; he’s aware that asking such a thing will make me feel panicked. I’m not used to restrictions, to needing to consider someone else’s feelings.
    “Yes or no, Jocelyn.”
    “I—“ I slam my eyes shut and grit my teeth, not knowing how to tell him how afraid I am to even give in a little bit.
    “Don’t be afraid.” He speaks softly, his tone soothing. “We both know the submissive is the one who truly holds all the power, Joce.”
    Yet again, he’s right. I have the power to stop this, even if I lose my diner. He’s not making me; he just offered me a choice.
    But how does he do it? How does he speak straight to my fear that when I haven’t given voice to it? Am I that transparent?
    “Okay.” He presses my shoulder before removing his hand. “I mean, no, it’s not a problem.”
    It’s then I notice we’re getting close to my place, the arrival of street lamps illuminating the way. I look over at him.
    “Anything else?”
    “Yes.” He tosses a glance my way. “However, we can discuss it later.”
    Pulling up to the curb in front of my place, he puts the car in park and then leans over the middle. Our noses are near to touching as he speaks.
    “I’ll send over a few applicants today. All are qualified with clean backgrounds. Hire one and show them the ropes today.” I nod and he grins, his face lighting up as he pecks my lips with his. “Then, I’ll see you at eight. Pack a bag for the weekend.”
    I jerk back a little. “What for?”
    “We’re going out of town.” He slides his hand around my neck and brings my face close to his once more. “I’ve a bit of a surprise.”
    “But the diner—“
    “It will be fine. I’m sure you can have Molly keep watch. You’re going to have to trust people to do it right even when you’re not around.”
    I hate that he’s right. I hate that he’s trying to help me, yet all I want to do is fight him every step of the way. He’s the more successful business person between the both of us at this point; I should trust his judgment. I know the truth is that I’m simply afraid to let go.
    I scowl at him, unwilling to admit that to him in any way, shape, or form.
    “Are we getting married, Joce? I know I said you had a week to answer, but I’d like to know.”
    Although I’ve agreed in my head, it’s different to say ‘yes’ in verbal form. It’s so real. Final.
    So I give him an answer in true Luna style.
    “What do you think? I don’t sleep with just anyone more than once.”
    His response is to grin and cover my mouth with his, skimming his tongue along my lips until I acquiesce.
    I moan with pleasure as he conquers my mouth like he did my body the night before. Truly, he’s the best kisser I’ve ever encountered. He’s slow and steady. Each stroke of his tongue a deliberate loving of my mouth that makes my body tremble with desire. I could kiss him for hours, doing nothing else, and be perfectly content.
    And at that thought, I pull away, giving myself a mental bitch slap.
    His eyes glint with humor as he lets me go. “Yummy. See you at eight.”
    “Got it.”
    That’s all I say before I hightail it out of his car; not wondering where we’re going this weekend, but how I’ll survive being around him that long without bursting into flames.
    Something tells me I’m gonna find out.
    ~*~
    “Are you sure you’ll be all right?”
    Molly frowns at me. “Yes, I’m sure we’ll be fine. You said she comes highly recommended, right?”
    “Yes.” I turn to look out into the dining room, where my new manager is talking to a customer. “She’s definitely qualified.”
    “Then stop worrying. I’ll keep an eye on her. Go enjoy a weekend with that sexy fiancé of yours!”
    Molly’s excitement is palpable. At first, she hadn’t believed me this morning when I told her everything, yet somehow, in the eight hours since, she’s decided to support me one-hundred percent.
    I don’t know whether or not