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Two weeks later when I was in my office, Oliver barged in sweeping away all thoughts I had about by next client. I’d hardly seen him since our first night. Though that hadn’t changed the fact that I practically felt wedded to him.
The day before he left for a conference, we had a second, much briefer s****l encounter. That day, interrupting me in the middle of a client’s session, he called to demand I wear something sexy of my choice; we’d go out dancing and "likely screw in a compromising place." His blunt comments always startled me and took some getting used to. But after acknowledging this demand, I followed his specific orders, and turned out that evening looking "presentable", to use his word, in a short, tight-fitting blue dress that I’d bought for one of Betsy’s weekends
