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could protest,
opening her door and grabbing her by the arm. “We’re not arguing about this.
The whole reason you’re here is because of your ex. You were on the news
because of me, and I’m not going to feel like a douchebag when something
happens to you because I let you stay in a hotel. Now get your ass inside.”
    The
look she gave him could burn cities to the ground, crumble empires.
    He
flinched. “Please,” he added, grabbing her duffle bag. “I’ll have your suitcase
brought in.”
    “Get
out of my way,” she said, stepping down out of the S.U.V.
    He
hooked his arm thorough hers and escorted her up the walkway to the door.
“Welcome to my home.” He smirked. “Well, the house I own. It’s not exactly a
home, and I don’t like being here but welcome anyway.”
    He
put a key in the lock and opened the door. They stepped inside, and Bethany
gasped.  “Jesus,” she said, “nobody should have this much money.”
    “I
know,” he said, tossing his keys on the console table by the door. “I can’t
believe what they pay me to look good, say what they tell me to say and walk
where they tell me to walk.”
    Bethany
turned to him and grasped his collar. “You’re used to doing what you’re told,
so why are you so resistant to me?”
    Alistair
couldn’t resist the luster of her hair. It looked so shiny and soft he had to
touch it, run his fingers through it. “I need something I control.”
    “You’re
mistaken if you think that something is me,” she said, letting him go and
turning away. “Where do you want me?”
    Where
did he want her? So, so many places. His bed was the first that came to mind.
“Come with me,” he said, too eager to test her, see how she would respond, to
let his mind warn him against it.
    He
held her hand and led her up a curving staircase, down the hallway of white,
heavily padded, plush carpeting to the mahogany, double doors at the end. He
turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. “Let’s not pretend we don’t both
want this,” he said, lifting her in his arms and walking into his bedroom.
    “Alistair!
Put me down!” she cried, shoving against his shoulders. “You can’t manhandle
me. This isn’t what I agreed to!”
    He
set her on her feet beside his enormous California King-sized bed and pulled
her into his arms. “Shut up, Bethany.” He grasped her face between his hands
and kissed her.
    Her
lips were tight and hard, resisting him. He traced her bottom lip with his
tongue and threaded his fingers in her hair and felt her soften against his
mouth. Encouraged, he deepened the kiss and led her down onto the bed.
    Her
sigh warmed his lips, and he ran a hand up her thigh under the hem of her
sundress. She wasn’t fighting him. It put him on his guard. He didn’t like it.
He felt like he was taking advantage of her somehow.
    “Bethany?”
he whispered. “Why are you giving in to me?”
    “I
don’t know what else to do here. I’m out of my element.”
    He
let her go and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “You’re killing me.
One minute you’re tough as nails, the next I feel like you’re going to let me
take you however I want without a fight.” He turned to look at her. “Which is
it?”
    She
closed her eyes and shrugged. “Both? I don’t know. When you kissed me in the
men’s room…” She groaned.
    “What?
When I kissed you, what?”
    She
opened her eyes and shook her head. “You broke me, Pretty Boy. I don’t know who
to be with you.”
    God,
he knew she had some fucked up past that she was working through, but try as he
might, he didn’t understand how this woman’s mind worked. “Try being you. How
about that? Be Bethany.”
    She
let out a ripple of laughter filled with sorrow. “I haven’t been her for so
long, I don’t remember how.”
    Alistair
couldn’t deal with this. He stood and unfastened his belt, slid it through the
loops and handed it to her. “Then be Black Betty.”
    She
ran the belt through her hands,