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every six months for all the health risks you mention. All my recent tests are clear. I have never taken drugs. In fact, I’m vehemently antidrug. I have a strict no-tolerance policy with regards to drugs for all my employees, and I insist on random drug testing.” In fact, one of the people I fired today failed his drug test. She’s shocked, but I plow on. “I’ve never had any blood transfusions. Does that answer your question?” She nods. “Your next point I mentioned earlier. You can walk away anytime, Anastasia. I won’t stop you. If you go, however—that’s it. Just so you know.” No. Second. Chances. Ever. “Okay,” she replies, though she doesn’t sound certain. We both fall silent as the waiter enters with our appetizers. For a moment I wonder if I should have held this meeting at my office, then dismiss the thought as ridiculous. Only fools mix business with pleasure. I’ve kept my work and private life separate; it’s one of my golden rules, and the only exception to that is my relationship with Elena…but then she helped me start my business. “I hope you like oysters,” I remark to Ana as the waiter leaves. “I’ve never had one.” “Really? Well. All you do is tip and swallow. I think you can manage that.” I stare pointedly at her mouth, remembering how well she can swallow. On cue she blushes and I squeeze lemon juice on the shellfish and tip it into my mouth. “Hmm, delicious. Tastes of the sea.” I grin as she watches me, fascinated. “Go on,” I encourage her, knowing that she’s not one to back down from a challenge. “So, I don’t chew it?” “No, Anastasia, you don’t.” And I try not to think about her teeth toying with my favorite part of my anatomy. She presses them into her bottom lip, leaving little indentation marks. Damn. The sight stirs my body and I shift in my chair. She reaches for an oyster, squeezes the lemon, holds back her head, and opens wide. As she tips the oyster into her mouth my body hardens. “Well?” I ask, and I sound a little hoarse. “I’ll have another,” she says with wry humor. “Good girl.” She asks me if I’ve chosen oysters deliberately, knowing their reputed aphrodisiac qualities. I surprise her when I tell her they were simply at the top of the menu. “I don’t need an aphrodisiac near you.” Yeah, I could fuck you right now. Behave, Grey. Get this negotiation back on track. “So where were we?” I return to her e-mail and concentrate on her outstanding issues. Clause nine. “Obey me in all things. Yes, I want you to do that.” This is important to me. I need to know she’s safe and will do anything for me. “I need you to do that. Think of it as role-play, Anastasia.” “But I’m worried you’ll hurt me.”

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