Ask for what you really want
The person standing on the other side decidedly was not Mr. Prince. He also decidedly was in state of artistic disarray, that had been clearly created by means it took very little imagination for Ash to infer.
“You’re not the pizza boy.” The stranger said.
“What the hell is wrong with you right now,” she said, before he could get the words out.
“I want you to cut me.” Like it was what he’d meant to say all along.
“No.” Like it was what she’d expected.
Then she got up, and left the apartment.
It’s incredibly difficult to focus on a task when you’re chained half-naked to the floor of a stunningly attractive man’s study. The difficulty doubles when you’ve been chained long enough that your shoulders, hips, and knees have begun to ache steadily. Triples, when you’re not sure if he wants you to succeed at the task, or fail.
It’s not a good idea to turn down a dinner invitation from your primary investor, even if he makes you a little nervous. Especially if he makes you a little nervous.