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When he’s gone, Liam says, “I meant what I said. I won’t pressure you to sleep with me.” The heat in my cheeks flames hotter. “But you will be sleeping with me. In my bed. Understood?” I exhale a shaky breath. “Why?” “Because I need you,” comes the hard response. “And if I can’t have you one way, I’m damn sure going to have you the other.” “What about what I need?” “What is it you think you need?” “My freedom of choice, for one thing.” He looks at me for a beat, then releases my wrist. He relaxes back into his chair and folds his hands in his lap. “Why don’t you go to the ladies’ room. It’s right around that corner.” Mystified, I look in the direction he’s pointing. When I look back at him, he’s gazing calmly at me, as if his suggestion made sense. “I don’t need to use the restroo
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