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“Actually, can you give me two minutes?” she said quickly.

“Of course,” I said, listening intently as she talked to someone.

It was quiet for another minute before the sound of a door closing came through. Camila was mumbling something before taking a deep breath.

“Sorry about that, I was finishing up with my assistant,” she said a little more confidently.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think you would be at work,” I said, glancing at the clock to see it was a little past six.

“It’s ok,” she said. “I’m making a custom wedding dress and we’ve hit a snag with the fabric and we’ve been trying to find something that we can use to substitute.”

“Wow, wedding dresses?” I craved to know more about her.

“Yeah. I particularly don’t like them, but a woman has to make money somehow and this, thankfully, isn’t your run of the mill wedding dress,” she sighed.

“We are playing with fuchsia and ivory, but the fabric we received wasn’t the right dye lot and it looked more champagne. I knew the client wasn’t going to be happy and I’ve been scrambling all day to find an alternative before I drop the bomb.”

“Wow—”

“Sor—” she paused briefly. “I get carried away when I talk about my clients.”

“Good girl,” I said in a sultry tone. “You never apologize.”

She took a sharp breath.

“I’ve been trying,” she said, as the sound of her chair made an awful noise. “Don’t mind the chair, it’s old and I refuse to get a new one even though Luke has bought me several ones.”

I smiled at her rambling. It was adorable and endearing.

“I thought it would be better to talk to you because what you asked for needs to be clarified,” I said, taking a deep breath. “What are you really wanting, Camila?”

“I want you to teach me,” she said softly.

“What does teaching you look like?” I stopped walking, anxious to hear her answer.

“I don’t understand what you’re asking for,” she said, sounding nervous.

“I want you to think about us all together and what you see happening,” I said, picturing some very compromising positions.

“I… I don’t know,” she stammered. “I thought you could tell me.”

Jesus, the more I’m around Camila the more I think she doesn’t have a dominant bone in her body. She’d be better off on her knees next to her husband and taking orders while I brought her so much pleasure she couldn’t see straight.

“Do you want to watch while I play with your husband? Or do you want to participate with me by your side?” I asked, hearing her breath hitch again. “Do you see any sex happening or is this strictly what happens before sex? Are you going to be comfortable with me in the room while Luke is naked or trussed up begging for you to fuck him.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t think about that,” she said, a little breathy.

“These are things you need to think about because what you’re asking me to do is something intimate between a Domme and their Submissive,” I said, walking to the sofa to sit down. “If you want this to work with your husband, I suggest you and he talk about this and really dive into what you’re asking for. If this is what both of you want, meet me on Sunday at six pm for your lesson at the same place you had your class.”

She was silent for too long. I thought she was going to tell me never mind, but Camila surprised me again.

“Ok, I will see you on Sunday,” she said confidently.

“Good girl,” I purred before I hung up the phone. “I’ll send you another invoice.”

Good girl? I really needed to get my shit together because if I was going to be in a room with them with so much sexual energy, I needed my wits about me. This iswork, they are paying me, and I can’t mix business with pleasure. If they were even a fraction as delicious as they were in my daydreams then I might be in for a whole lot of trouble. I might not survive the wholesome couple and at this point, I was ok with that.

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