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losing their self-respect for.”
     
    I thought about her words hard. “Glenda,” I said finally, “Are you telling me not to have sex with him?”
     
    She shrugged.
     
    “Glenda!”
     
    “All I’m saying is that you’re different, and it was what drew him to you.”
     
                If there was anything I hated in life, it would be this: cryptic advice, an oxymoron of the very worst kind. Why give advice that had to be solved like a freaking puzzle?
     
                “You’re not helping,” I sighed out.
     
                “I am. But you’re just too horny for my boss to understand what I’m saying.”
     
                That had me blushing and laughing at the same time. “Glenda!”
     
                She patted my hand, a rare smile of such warmth touching her lips. “I’m rooting for you, dear.”
     
                That was great, actually, especially since Constantijin’s brand of courting was nothing like I had ever imagined. It was beautiful, maddening, and oh so arousing.
     
     
     
    Day 1 of Courting
     
                A gigantic bouquet waited for me at my table, tall enough for its topmost flowers to surpass the height of my cubicle walls. George squealed as I hurried towards it, ignoring Arian’s envious mutters.
     
                I opened the card.
     
    Thinking of you every day ---
     
    Dreaming of you every night ---
     
    I can’t wait to fuck you endlessly hard when you become mine.
     
     
     
    Oh, dear Lord. How was it that he could be so romantic and utterly crude at the same time? And why were my panties slowly getting wet? I took the card and hugged it to my heart, knowing that I was going to read it over and over tonight until I fall asleep.
     
     
     
    Day 5 of Courting
     
    Constantijin flew me out of state in his private jet. He wanted the two of us to enjoy a private dinner, far away from the prying eyes hounding us more and more at work. Arian was the most suspicious. It took every skill of acting I had not to give myself away every time I caught her trying to flirt with Constantijin.
     
                To give him credit, he wasn’t doing anything to encourage her but – couldn’t he be ruder?
     
                The flight was already ten minutes into its journey and I was still stiff in my seat, the proximity of Constantijin driving me crazy. I so badly wanted to kiss him but I knew I wouldn’t – couldn’t. If I did, he would think I was succumbing to his demands.
     
                But I needed this courtship – I needed to feel secure that he really wanted me – just me. I didn’t think I’d survive if I ever found out he wanted me the same time he wanted other women, too.
     
                “Yanna.” Constantijin purred out my name, creating goosebumps all over my body.
     
                I reluctantly faced him.
     
                He smirked, the sly look in his silvery eyes telling me he knew how much my body ached for him.
     
                I slapped his face instinctively.
     
                “Yanna.”
     
    The ominously soft whisper sent me facing the other way, knowing I was in big, big trouble. Would he forgive me if I said oops now?
     
                “Yanna!” This time it was a furious growl.
     
                Cringing, I turned to face him again. The terrifying scowl on his face had me protesting, “But you were smirking!”
     
                “Then tell me to stop,” he gritted out, rubbing his cheek, which still had my hand’s imprint on. It made me gulp. Oh, dear, he was so going to kill me when he saw it.
     
                “Sorry,” I mumbled.
     
                “You should be,” he retorted. “You slapped me more times than anyone else in my entire life.”
     
                My shoulders drooped. “Sorry