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“No I don’t,” he countered quickly. “Not anymore. In fact, not for the past year and a half since I started paying attention to you.”

  “What?” Holly raised her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about the fact that I wanted you every bit as much as you wanted me.” He sounded frustrated now. “But I thought I couldn’t have you—I told myself you were off limits.”

  “Because I’m poor and common and I don’t wear a size two?” she demanded. “Because your family wouldn’t approve?”

  “As a matter of fact, they wouldn’t approve but I don’t give a damn about that—I don’t give a damn about any of it,” Grant growled. “The reason I told myself you were off limits was because I have certain…sexual tastes I thought would frighten you. But then I saw all the things you had on your dream-viewer.”

  “Oh God, did you see everything?” Holly felt herself wilting inside with mortification. She had some really extreme fantasies in there. God, this was so embarrassing!

  “I saw enough to give me hope,” Grant said soberly. “And then I saw the brochure from Anyone U Want. I was excited—finally it seemed like everything I wanted—like you, Holly—were within my grasp. And so…” He took a deep breath. “And so I did something very stupid and ill conceived.”

  “You paid the Anything U Want people to take the android’s place,” Holly said flatly. She still didn’t believe a word he said about wanting her for over a year. Oh she wanted to believe—wanted desperately to think this could be true. But part of her whispered that it couldn’t be real. That Grant was probably just here to do damage control.

  “Yes.” Grant let out a deep sigh. “In retrospect, I shouldn’t have done that. I should have waited and asked you out on a date instead of…doing what I did.”

  “Just say it,” Holly snapped. “Instead of giving me the best sex of my life and then bringing the truth crashing down on my head.”

  Grant looked intrigued. “Was it really the best? It was for me, too.”

  His words made her embarrassment flare all over again.

  “Okay, you’ve had your say—now you can go.” Holly made a motion towards the door.

  “What? Why?” He looked really upset now. “Don’t you believe me when I tell you I want you?”

  “No,” Holly said bluntly. “I think you’re just here to smooth things over so I won’t sue you or file rape charges or anything like that. Well don’t worry, Grant—that’s not me.”

  “I know that’s not you,” he said quietly. “I know you, Holly—I know what makes you tick. I know what you want…and how you need to submit.”

  His words made her heart pound but Holly refused to let it show on her face.

  “Funnily enough, I’m not feeling very submissive just now,” she said in as cold a tone as she could manage. “So why don’t you leave me alone?”

  * * * * *

  Grant stared at her in frustration. How could he get it across to her how he felt? How could he get her to listen to him?

  “Holly,” he said in a low, even voice. “You’re the only woman I have been interested in for the last year and a half—longer than that, if I’m honest with myself. And when I found out you shared my sexual interests, well, I couldn’t help myself. I had to have you.”

  “Stop it!” she snapped, her pale cheeks flaming red. “It’s not like I’m the only girl in the world who has submissive fantasies. You’re Grant Harris the Third—you could have anyone you wanted.”

  “But the only one I want is you.” He took a step forward, praying she would listen. He cupped her red cheek in one hand and was encouraged when she didn’t pull back. “I heard your friend, Abby, saying that I came empty-handed tonight,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. “Because I didn’t bring chocolates or flowers.”

  “I don’t want your gifts,” Holly protested, but her voice was slightly breathless and she still wasn’t pulling away from his touch. Was she finally beginning to believe him?”

  “The thing is—I didn’t come empty-handed,” Grant told her. “I realized what empty, meaningless gestures flowers and candy are. And so…I brought you this instead.”

  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, velvet box and dropped to one knee in front of her.

  Holly’s eyes got huge when he lifted the lid, revealing the 14 carat, rose-gold, oval-cut Morganite diamond ring.

  “G-grant?” she stuttered, almost unable to get his name out.

  “Holly,” he murmured, taking her hand. “You’re the only woman in the world for me. I mean it.”

  “I…I don’t know what to say.” Holly looked at him, her eyes shining. “You’re serious? Really serious?”

  “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.” Grant rose and pulled her close, looking down into her big, lovely eyes. “I want to be your husband…and your Dominant, Holly. Will you marry me?”

  “I…I…” For a moment he thought she was going to say no and his heart stuttered in his chest. But then she threw her arms around his neck—standing on her tiptoes to do so—and hugged him tight. “Yes,” she whispered. “If you really mean it then yes—I’ll marry you.”

  More relieved than he could say, Grant pulled her close and took her mouth in a hungry kiss. She tasted every bit as good as he remembered and felt just as soft and perfect in his arms. Let other men drool over skinny, vapid supermodels without a brain in their heads—he had Holly. His wonderful, intelligent, hot-blooded Holly and he was never letting her go.

  Holly pulled out of the kiss at last and looked up at him, her eyes shining. Then she pinched his cheek as hard as she could.

  “Ouch!” Grant looked at her uncertainly. “Why did you do that?”

  “Just making sure you’re not an android,” she said, smiling sweetly. “After all, you can’t be too sure.”

  “I assure you I’m absolutely real and I will absolutely give you the spanking of your life for being rude to your Dom, sweetheart,” he growled softly.

  Holly’s eyes widened and he thought he felt her heartbeat quicken, crushed as she was against him.

  “Why, Mr. Harris…are you going to spank me?” she breathed.

  Grant grinned and put a proprietary hand on her full ass.

  “Let’s just see, Miss Sparks. Let’s just see…”

  The End

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  Prologue

  Dusk was falling on Idlewild Avenue. Rows of identical townhouses, lit softly from within, lined the street which was overshadowed by huge old oak trees. A light evening shower had just passed and now the atmosphere was heavy with moisture. Tendrils of steam rose from the asphalt and the sweet scent of honeysuckle filled the air.

  In number eleven at the end of the row a slender female figure moved in front of a large picture window—one of the selling points of the otherwise unremarkable houses. She was walking back and forth, placing objects on a table, or perhaps taking them away—maybe cleaning up after dinner. She moved with ease and grace as she did the mundane chore, completely unaware that she was being watched.

  Across the road from the lighted window and the slender figure, two pairs of eyes looked on avidly as she moved. One set of eyes was a pale, piercing blue that was almost white and the other set was a warm amber-gold that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the face of a tiger.

  Neither pair of eyes was human.

  “Mine.” The low rumbling growl came from the owner of the amber eyes. He was tall, six foot seven at least, with shoulders so broad he would have to turn sidewise to go through most doorways, but he moved silently, with a feral grace that belied his muscular physique. Dark stubble covered his cheeks and chin and matched the thick black hair on hi