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see about that. Half an hour tied up, helpless, and at his mercy and he’d have her talking, and that was if he was taking his sweet time. The things he could do to make her scream . . .
    “Dude.” Atlas snapped his fingers in front of his face. “What the hell are you doing?”
    God, this girl was getting to him. “Fuck off,” he replied, but more to his sex drive than to his brother.
    Today, he had the perfect test for little Miss Addison. He hoped she was a good actress. He typed a message and sent it.
    What time can you get here?
    I’m on my way.
    Excellent.
Wear something nice. We’re going shopping.
    He wondered if she’d ever gone beyond skulking through parking lots at night to steal a car. Today, he’d show her another way. He just hoped her acting skills were decent.
    Twenty minutes later, as he started putting the car back together as best he could, Addison pulled into the driveway.
    “Wow.” She stepped over pieces of metal and seat upholstery that were strewn across the lawn. “What happened to your car?”
    She knew very well what. Suppressing a growl, he stalked toward her. “Some pretty girl made me tear it apart.”
    “Hmm.” She rubbed a finger thoughtfully over her lips, and for a moment he was entranced by the gesture, and by the sexy curve of her mouth. “Do you often let girls yank your chain?”
    “Sometimes. It gives me an excuse to spank them.”
    Her confidence faltered a moment. Her cheeks grew pink, her eyes half-lidded. Yeah. She was submissive all right. And that wasn’t just his ego talking. He’d bet she’d melt for him here and now with a little dirty talk.
    He crowded her with his body, just to keep her off balance, to keep that lusty haze in her eyes. She seemed like the type of submissive who needed extra help staying in the right headspace. He wanted to learn his way around her mind more than he’d ever wanted to learn a woman.
    “Maybe . . . another time.” Abruptly, he stepped away, leaving her looking breathless. “For now, we have work to do.” He tried to calm himself then looked her over from a professional standpoint. It didn’t help him regain his self-control. The short sundress and strappy heels showed off her luscious body, and made him want to run his hands over her bare legs. And then there was her cleavage. It was . . . highly distracting.
    “This is your idea of wearing something nice?” he asked. She looked nice, all right, but not in the way he’d meant. Instead of a rich, uptight housewife, she looked like candy—sweet and delicious. But her wide eyes and innocent expression made her the last person someone would suspect of criminal intent.
    “What?” She peered down at herself. “It’s a dress.”
    “We’re going shopping at a BMW dealership. You need to look like you can afford to buy one.”
    “You said dress nice. Not wear pearls and a cardigan.” Her cocky demeanor snapped back into place and she stepped in close, smirking. The flowery smell of her hair swirled around him and his hand twitched to tangle in the smooth strands. “So that’s why you’re wearing a suit.” She gripped his tie and straightened it. “You clean up nice, Fox.”
    “Mr. Johnson today. Peter Johnson.”
    She snorted a laugh. “Okay. I’ll be . . . Petunia.”
    He lifted a brow. “Rein it in, sweetness. You can be . . . Amanda.”
    “And are we married?”
    “Of course.”
    She held up her ring finger and wiggled it. “You forgot to put a ring on it.”
    He reached in his pocket and pulled out a ring he’d bought for this reason yesterday, knowing he was close to losing the bet. With mock-seriousness, he said, “Amanda, will you do the honor of being my pretend wife?”
    With a gasp, she clasped her hands together. “Oh my God! A cubic zirconia! It’s more beautiful than I ever dreamed!”
    The rapture on her face made him laugh. He’d have to get her to tone it down, but he had to admit she had good control over her