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hint.  I made my decision a long time ago that I was going to have a career before I got into something serious with anybody.  Now there is so much on my plate, so much I have to prove to myself, that I just can't right now.
                  "I'm not asking you to marry me; I'm asking to see you again," he snaps back at me. OK, I deserved that .  There's nothing wrong with that. We’ll see each other next week in New York, maybe by then both our heads will be clear.
                  "You're going to see me in five days in New York when we do your contracts." I tell him hoping this will appease him for now.
                  "Yeah fine, if that's what you want." He is not appeased, he is upset. I am saved by Ethan coming off the elevators with a ding, which seems to make Ian more upset.  "What the hell is he doing back here?" He's brooding again.  Now might not be a good time to tell him that Ethan is always going to be around.
                  I don't answer him. He comes behind me pulling me into his arms. Pressing my back to his chest, he buries his face in my hair and I feel him inhale deep before he lets me go, grabbing his shirt, socks, and shoes as he walks out.
                  A few minutes later I hear the elevator ding and Ethan is standing at the door of the master suite. 
                  "He did not look happy," Ethan says grabbing one of my packed suitcases. I shrug, he'll get over it and I hope to God I do too .
                  I finally get packed and into the limo to head to the airport.  God help me if I don't think of Ian all the way there and almost tell the driver to turn around at one point. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    IAN
     
                  The moment I saw her walk into the bar in that sexy black dress I thought she was a call girl.  A mind blowing, gorgeous call girl that I was willing to pay every cent I had to be with.  I didn't do that ever. I was not the pick-up girls at bars kind of guy.  I was a guy though, so I did have the occasional one night stand with the random stranger.  It was easy as hell for me, and I had my pick, but it was always physical and never emotional.   I have never looked at a woman and wanted to take her in the bathroom to fuck her up against the wall then take her back to my room to make sweet love to her.
                  It didn't take long to figure out that the stunning woman in the black dress was not in fact a call girl.  She spent the whole time chatting up some older woman instead of scanning the room for potential rich victims.  
                  I tried to get into the conversation with my men that were here to help with my presentation, but goddamn I couldn't take my eyes off of her.  She was a force to be reckoned with and I knew from the moment I saw her I had to have her. 
                  Then some idiot sits next to her hitting on her and I want to smash his face into the bar.  Where the hell did that come from?  I don't get jealous, ever, for anyone . Especially over someone I haven't ever met before.
                  Sending over a drink was the first step.  This usually brought them to me, but not this one.  Our eyes met, the fire started, and just like that she turned away.  She is trying to blow off the jerk hitting on her and he is not taking the hint.  Back off dickhead this one's mine .  WTF, mine, what was I some sort of cave man?
                  She sent over drinks, I'm sure only being polite, but when I saw her fumbling with her purse I had to go to her before she walked out and I never saw her again. It was easy to get rid of the idiot, because she was not interested in the least.
                  She's witty, not falling for the stupid