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Author: Lorelei James

“Yeah.”

“And do what?” She froze when he continued staring at her with that Dom look. “I can’t ever…be that.”

Ben frowned. “Be what?”

“A lifestyle submissive. Like Layla. With the collar, the full subservience and the discipline whippings.”

“For Christsake!” he bellowed. “That’s what you think I want from you?”

He never bellowed and Ainsley shrank back.

“God, Ainsley, do you really think I’m some kind of controlling monster? That I purposely set out to f**k up your professional life so I could force you into a lifestyle that you’re not suited for, for my own selfish purposes?”

When he put it like that, she felt petty. Bitchy. Ben knew all her vulnerabilities. And he’d never used them against her. Not once.

But you’ve used his against him. You’re about to use them now.

“No. But this circumstance has driven home the point I didn’t know what I was getting into with this Dom/sub thing.”

“And now?”

“Now I know I was naïve. Stupidly hopeful. Nothing but a tourist.”

“What are you saying?” Ben demanded.

Ainsley didn’t want to give him false hope. Confess what the last few weeks had meant to her. Confess what he meant to her. She had to take a hard stance and make a clean break, no matter if it would break her. “I knew exactly what you were when I met you, Bennett. A Dom. My job crisis changes nothing for you. You’re still a Dom. You still need the club. The friendships you’ve made and acceptance you’ve gotten at the Rawhide are important to you. I’d never ask you to give that up.”

Realization dawned in his eyes. His jaw went rigid. “But it’s changed everything for you. You can’t be a part of it. At all.”

“No. Even if by some miracle this loan fiasco blows over, I can’t be in a relationship, even casually, with a man who frequents a sex club. Banking is a conservative industry and women have an even harder row to hoe than men.”

“That sounds like an excuse.”

“An excuse? Right. Because no one has ever lost their job due to a sex scandal,” she snapped.

That shut him down for a minute or so. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“Yes, it does.” Ainsley briefly squeezed her eyes shut against the tears and the pain. “I don’t want to change you. But you need to understand I can’t do this.”

When she looked into his wounded blue eyes, her heart went into free fall.

“So this is it? You’re cutting me loose? Because of what I am?”

“You’re taking this the wrong way, Ben, it’s not—”

“Just stop. Please. Stop justifying it. This…fuck…it’s…” His voice caught. “I can’t…”

With an economy of movement, Ben slipped on the black duster. He grabbed his hat off the sofa table.

He didn’t look broken-hearted when he walked out. He just looked broken.

Thursday was the longest day in the history of the world.

She’d put a couple of contingency plans in place on the off chance it’d work in her favor.

Ten minutes before the phone conference was scheduled to start, she left her office. Turton left his office at the same time. Not a coincidence and she felt manipulated.

“Ainsley? Turton?”

They turned and looked at Leslie. “I know you’ve got a conference call scheduled with the district manager in a few minutes. And because this call is regarding a loan situation, as the sole loan officer in this branch, I want to lead the call.”

Turton harrumphed and walked into the conference room.

Ainsley and Leslie followed.

“Frankly, Leslie, I’m a little disappointed that you are rushing to Ainsley’s defense. I imagine the district manager won’t see it as a smart judgment call for you either.”

“On the contrary, Turton. I’m not rushing to Ainsley’s defense. I merely want the chance to explain why I didn’t originate these loans. My part—or lack thereof—should be clarified because I need this job.”

Turton’s beady eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “Loans?” he said sharply. “As in Ainsley’s tried to circumvent normal channels to slide another loan through?”

Leslie sat at the head of the table. “No. To be honest, I would’ve processed Ben McKay’s loan, had he come to me, and it would’ve netted the same result. The loan I’m questioning is the one you originated for Jenny, our bank receptionist, for a new car.”

His lips flattened.

“Is there a reason you didn’t tell me about this loan, Turton? Why you circumvented normal channels to slide it through? Given the fact Jenny is an employee and she has no assets? Plus, a few employees have questioned whether there’s more going on between you and Jenny than just a working relationship.”

“This is outrageous!”

Even-tempered Leslie vanished. She slapped the file folders on the table. “Any more outrageous than you accusing Ainsley of having more than a working relationship with Ben McKay? I find it outrageous you expect to run Ainsley out on a rail for making one bad judgment call, when you’ve done exactly the same thing. You’re both in the wrong here. Neither of you followed proper procedure.”

Ainsley stared at Leslie, both impressed and scared by her ability to ferret out information.

“So you’re going to blackmail me?” Turton sneered.

“No. You’re both going to let me handle the phone call with management. Where I will bring up the general question of loan origination. Who has the authority to do it? Then I’ll point out you both originated loans without going through me. Since we’re a new branch, and this hasn’t come up before, I wanted to be the one to ask for clarification with both the president and the vice president in attendance so there’d be no disputes.”

“And if I refuse?”

Do not lunge across the conference table and wrap your hands around his scrawny throat.

“You won’t. Because if you continue with your accusations about Ainsley’s involvement with Ben McKay prior to the loan, I have documentation of times you were spotted with Jenny Timsdale, outside of banking hours, prior to her loan application too.”

Turton’s face immediately went bright red. He seemed too angry to speak.

But Leslie wasn’t finished. “I strongly advise you allow me to handle this phone conference. That way we can all keep our jobs and continue to work together as one big, happy family here at National West Bank.”

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