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“What do you enjoy?” he asked in a low voice.

I thought about not telling him.

It wasn’t any of his business.

But part of me…

Part of me was hoping he might want to play.

“I like being tied up,” I said quietly.

As soon as I said it, his eyes darkened. I could feel his desire radiating out over me.

I realized with a bit of shock that I was turned on, too.

Veryturned on.

WAY too turned on.

GODhe was hot…

When he started to speak, I interrupted and tried to reassert control. “No, I get to askyoua question now.”

He smiled at me like he enjoyed seeing me flustered…

And then he agreed.

I should have asked him something neutral, something mundane.

But the bloom of heat I felt between my legs won out.

“When did you first know?”

“When I was 20.”

“What happened?” I asked, my mouth watering.

He held my eyes for the longest time…

Then looked at his Rolex.

“Oh, no – look at the time. I have to get you back to work.”

What a fuckingtease!

“NO!” I cried out as I slapped his arm.

“What can I do? I promised.”

“You coward!”

“Not at all. I’m just not going to tell you that storyhere.”

“Why not?”

“It’s private. And slightly scandalous. Not foryourclub, obviously – but for an establishment like this, it’s a bit risqué, and I wouldn’t want it overheard.”

I knew where this was heading.

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