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“You’re sure you’re okay to meet with Eli about the wine list?” Ryder’s voice snaps me out of my heated daydream.

“Yes. You’ve got enough to do. I have the notes you gave me. You have a million other things to do before we open.”

“You’re cute when you take charge.” He slinks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Do I need to show you who’s really in charge?”

“Maybe,” I whisper as his lips find my neck.

“Oh, my girl is feisty today. I’m sure I can show you tonight. My place?”

“Sure. I need to stop home and get some clothes if that’s okay.”

“I’ll order some clothes and toiletries for you to keep at my place.” Did he just say what I think he did?

“You’d be okay with that? Most guys aren’t. Not this early.”

“I’m not most guys. I insist that you’re comfortable in my apartment.”

“Okay. If you don’t mind, then that would be great, but you don’t need to buy anything. I can bring everything I need.”

“Do you have to fight me on every little thing?” He turns me to face him, his lips brushing against mine.

“You love it.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

“That I do. You’d definitely be a brat.”

“What? I’m not a brat.” I move to extricate myself from his arms, but he holds tight.

“Not what I meant. It’s a term Doms use for certain submissives.”

“And it’s a bad thing.”

“No. Not at all. I’ve always enjoyed a woman who pushes back. It was a term of endearment.”

I relax back into his arms. “Maybe I would make a good submissive. If it’s what I want, can’t we at least try?”

“And when you don’t like it, we split up? I’m not willing to risk losing you.”

“Or you get everything you want.”

“Will you stop asking questions if I agree tothinkabout it after the restaurant opens? This isn’t the time to be making big decisions.”

“Really? You mean it?” I push up onto my tiptoes and capture his lips with mine.

“Yes. I’m a man of my word.” His hands slide up into my hair. “You’re going to be the death of me, Aspen Struthers. But first, I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire.

“That you won’t walk away if there’s something you can’t or won’t do.”

“Yes.”

“That means one hundred percent honesty.”

“Ryder…”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”