Sabrina's POVTwo hours after our encounter in the farm office, Dominic tracked me down in the hallway. He carried a leather overnight bag. A fresh suit replaced his ruined clothes, but a raw, dangerous hunger still burned in his ice-blue eyes.Closing the distance between us, he pulled the crisp hundred-dollar bill from his pocket. He reached out and slid the cash down the front of my shirt. The rough paper brushed right against my bare cleavage."I have a board meeting in London," Dominic murmured. He leaned down and caught my bottom lip between his teeth, delivering a punishing, wet bite."Keep the tip, wife. You earned it today. But prepare yourself. When I return next week, we will explore some new rules. My turn to set the pace."He traced my jawline with his thumb, flashed an arrogant smirk, and walked out the front door to board his private jet.The space he left behind gave me room to breathe. The tension in my chest vanished. I walked around the Winston Farms property with a
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