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someplace quiet,” he said.
    It wasn’t a question. It was a command.
    It suddenly became clear what had drawn her to him. Why he’d stepped in and taken over her thoughts.
    Jack was a Dominant.

Chapter Ten
    Jack couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
    From the minute Lilly parted those drapes, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. It wasn’t only because of how incredible she looked in that tiny black dress, so goddamn sexy it was almost painful. It was because of the barbed wire of worry lancing his thoughts, wondering how she’d react to photos of the lifestyle he’d embraced.
    Her reaction wasn’t at all what he’d expected.
    Somehow, he’d missed the signs—her lowered glances, quiet blushes, and how she’d responded so easily, so sweetly to his commands. Even when her face flushed as she moved throughout the room, Jack still didn’t recognize it. But then she’d said “Sir” in a way that was practiced. Trained. And now she was looking up at him as if she’d follow him anywhere.
    “Okay,” she whispered.
    All rational thought escaped him. He wanted her alone, now. If she was a submissive, he had to find out.
    Jack released her chin. “We’re leaving. If anyone asks, you’ve had too much to drink, and I’m taking you home. Understand?”
    “Yes.”
    Sir , he thought. Say “Yes, Sir” again.
    She turned toward the steps. Driven by instinct, Jack slid his palm down the back of her dress to the delicious curve below her waistline, fanning his fingers out to brush the swell of her rear. Lilly shuddered softly, and arched back against his hand. His cock pulsed, his entire body hungry for her. But when she peeked over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide, she looked almost…lost.
    Jack reassured her with a gentle press of his palm. He needed to soothe her, to let her know she was safe.
    “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
    They reached the first floor landing as everyone was cheering the artists, holding up flutes of champagne. It would be easy to duck out without anyone noticing, if they were quick. Not wasting any time, Jack guided Lilly toward the coat room. She pointed to her jacket, and he pulled it from the rack, wrapping it firmly around her before grabbing his own and leading her toward the door.
    They slipped outside. Once they were in his car, she fingered her purse, then pulled her phone from it.
    “I need to let Nick know I left.”
    Shit. He hadn’t thought this through. Nick would notice their absence and so would Brady. Damn Patrick for finding his own plans tonight, the one time Jack could’ve actually used a wingman.
    “Of course. I understand.”
    He took his phone from his pocket too, sending Brady a quick explanation.
    Went home. Tired. Call you tomorrow.
    The lie only bothered him for a moment until he saw Lilly tap out another text. “I have to tell Cassie too. She’ll worry.”
    “Cassie seems very protective of you.”
    Lilly lowered her phone to her lap. “She is.”
    The urge to protect her flooded through him again. Jack reached up to brush his knuckles against her cheek. She made the barest press of her face into his hand—a hesitant little nuzzle. It was such a sweet motion, one that made him long to find whatever it was that had hurt her and make it go away.
    “I’d like to know what happened,” he said. “If you’ll tell me, I want to hear it all.”
    Lilly’s eyes sparkled with tears. “There’s a diner we could go to that’s open late. Rosie’s. It’s near my apartment.”
    He put the car in gear, and she directed him to a small suburban eatery. Jack asked the hostess to seat them at a secluded booth in the corner. They ordered coffees, and Lilly didn’t say anything at first, her fingers dancing around the rim of her mug.
    “How are things at work?” he asked. She obviously needed help calming down. Talking would be easier if he distracted her with safer topics first.
    “Good. I’ve been put on a case, but I’m not having much