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"Asher, where are we going?" I asked as he pulled me through the crowd, our bodies weaving between strangers.
"Home," he said, not bothering to look back.
The word hit me sideways. They were unexpected and far too intimate for two people bound by a strange contract.
I stumbled in my heels, trying to match his pace until we stopped beside a sleek black car.
"You mean your place?"
"It’s your home too. At least until our deal ends. Now get in." He yanked the door open.
I took a moment, heart thudding. He looked angry. No—furious. "Where’s Jake? Whose car is this?"
He stood with one hand on the door, the other braced on the hood, caging me in. "I gave him the night off. This is one of my other cars. I drove it straight from the airport."
His voice was cold, distant. I guess we w
