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“We’re usually preoccupied either fighting or having sex.”
He shakes his head with a massive smile on his face. “You’re quite honest, aren’t you?” He pushes on one of the doors and it opens into another room about the same size as his bedroom. “Breakfast is served.”
Inside the room there’s an extravagant sofa facing a massive TV. The dining table is now located on the far side and has an opulent spread of different foods covering it. “That’s a lot of food.”
“I didn’t know what you’d like for breakfast, so I had the chef make a range of things.” He walks us over to the table, pulls my chair out, and waits until I’m seated before he sits. “Help yourself.” I look around quite taken back. “What’s wrong?” Bennett sits back in the chair and crosses one leg over the other. “Do you not like any of these things? Are you in pain?”
“Every time we start a meal, it’s formal. Should I...”
“Do whatever you want, eat however you want.” He reaches across the table for a pancake and slides it onto his plate. “I’m really quite a relaxed man.”
“Yes, of course you are.” I lift my brows and grin. “So relaxed.”
“Are you sassing me?”
“Who me?” I place my hand to my chest. “Absolutely.” I take a piece of buttered toast and notice the delicious looking fluffy eggs. I spoon a good amount on my toast and lift my flatware to start eating it.
“You know, we need to talk about yesterday.”
“What happened to the guy?” I ask.
Bennett stills his fork and clears his throat. “I’m dealing with him.”
“That sounds quite menacing, Bennett. What do you mean by ‘dealing with him’?” He pulls at his necktie and flicks his eyes away from me. “Bennett?” I push further. “Was he reported to the police?”
“No, he wasn’t. If Grayson reported him, it would’ve exposed not only us, but you too.”
My jaw tightens as I shake my head. “So, what happened to him?” There’s a long pause from Bennett. He’s purposely forming a statement that’ll avoid an answer. “Don’t you dare go all political on me.”
He straightens in his chair and pulls his shoulders back. Here we go, his response will be worthy of his Mr. President status. “I’m having my people look into him, and when there’s something to tell you, I will.”
I haphazardly toss my flatware onto the plate. “You can’t do that, Bennett.” He too lowers his flatware and waits for me to continue. “You can’t talk to me like you’re the American president.”
“But I am the American president.”
“Then you and I know I shouldn’t be here because other than certain parts of Nevada, prostitution is illegal everywhere else.”
He lowers his leg and leans forward. “I’m struggling with how I feel about you, Reece.”
“Why am I here?” I look around the room.
“Because when I was sitting in my meeting, and Jamie informed me what happened to you, all I wanted to do was fucking kill that bastard. And I’ve only ever felt like that about one woman before. But you...” He points to me, and shakes his head. “You pose a conundrum for me.”
I find myself biting on the inside of my cheek, nervously trying to grasp his intensity. “I need to be honest with you, Bennett. I don’t know how to reply to you. My biggest worry is Emily.”
“I understand that.” he acknowledges. “She needs to be protected at all times.”
“You have to know she’s my number one priority. The reason I send her to board at school from Sunday night until I pick her up on Friday afternoon, is so she’s not around what I do. Obviously, I don’t bring clients home, but I still need to work.”
“You have to stop.”
“Oh, I will until my face isn’t so messed up.”
“No. Reece. You need to stop, period. You can’t go back to being an escort.”
“And how am I going to provide the tuition Emily needs for that fancy school? Or what if I get sick? I don’t have the luxury of having my medical expenses taken care of for the rest of my life. And where would I find a high-paying job? I didn’t even finish high school.”
“You can work for me.”
