I pull the wooden chair from behind my desk and set it next to her.
“Sit down.”
She sits and there’s a youthful, childlike presence to her when she instinctively reaches for her hair and starts braiding the silky ends.
“What did you need the money for?” I ask and that’s when she stops and her beautiful autumn eyes meet mine.
“Nothing,” she answers which is no surprise.
“Why did you take part in the auction?”
“No reason.”
Jesus Christ…
“No reason? Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?Baby, if you didn’t need a shitload of money, why did you go into that auction?You took off your clothes.” Fucking hell I don’t know how I didn’t die when she did that.I still don’t know.
She swivels her head toward the window in a look of defeat.
“Candace talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“I’m not in trouble.”
“So why?”
“Nothing.”Her gaze hardens up again.“I want to go home.”
“No.”
She looks back to me with fire in her eyes.“You can’t keep me here.”
“Fifteen million says differently.”
“You asshole!"
"Doll, unless if you want me to fuck your perfect ass, I would avoid that word." It's the temptation that's making me crazy.She’s sexier when she’s angry and more so when I shock her.Right now she's both and fucking turning me on something wicked.
"You are such a bastard," she sneers.
"Yes, we both know that though.Tell me what's going on Candace.There’s no way you’re going to convince me that you did that auction for fun.”
I'm met with silence, which now makes me worry.It’s not like her at all to be so secretive.I don’t have a clue what this is about.Which means it’s one more thing to add to the ever-growing list of shit.
“I have a right to do what I want whenever I want.It’s my body.”
"Well, for the next thirty days and thirty nights I own you, so it looks like I just took those rights."
"This is ridiculous. You think this is the way to win me back?"
"You bet your ass it is." I give her a maddening smile and she seethes.
Downstairs, I hear footsteps and know that Massimo and Tristan have arrived.I turn and walk away from her and when I close the door then lock it her hurried footsteps echo against the floorboards.
“Dominic! Did you just lock me in here?” she wails on the other side frantically trying the handle.It circles from left to right as she twists it.
I don’t answer. She can stay there until I figure out what I’m doing with her.
When she starts banging on the door I make my way downstairs.