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If he thought for a second that she was looking forward to seeing him again, he’d hold off just to mess with her. Unacceptable.
    Penelope crossed her arms, trying to ignore the way her body pulsed with the remains of pleasure and pain that wasn’t pain. Despite her best efforts, Will had played her better than any instrument. Worse, he knew it.
    It didn’t matter. She’d find a way to keep it from happening again.
    She just had to figure out how to get the power back in her hands, and fast.

Chapter Five
    Will hung up the phone, fuming. Three phone calls to Penelope, all unanswered and unreturned. Her receptionist had said she was out of the office with no plans to stop by for the rest of the day. She was dodging him, making him work for her time. He dropped his cell onto his desk. He’d fully intended to have her here for lunch, to implement his plan to start breaking through her walls and giving her more pleasure than she could have dreamed. Knowing he was the first one to dominate her made him want to set a standard no one else could live up to.
    It was selfish and wrong and more than a little vain, but that wasn’t going to stop him. She’d pushed him closer to losing control than he’d been in nearly a decade, and he couldn’t help the desire to punish her for it.
    But he couldn’t damn well do so when he couldn’t locate her.
    It was Saturday, yes, but she would be in the office just like he was. She was too married to her job to be anywhere else. Will sat back and tapped his steepled fingers against his lips. He could always go to her office and wait for her. The very idea irked him—his time was too valuable to be spent on a lobby couch, reading magazines and cooling his heels. But he had to do something , because he couldn’t allow her to get away with this infraction.
    He pushed to his feet and headed for the door. Marissa looked up as he passed her desk. “Do you need something?”
    “No. I’ve got a lead to run down, so forward my calls to my cell.”
    “Sure thing.”
    The winter air slapped his face, but the temperature did nothing to cool his ire. He set off, eating up the distance with his long strides. Carson & Associates was a handful of blocks away, and he needed that distance to get a hold of himself. What was he going to do? Burst in there and turn her over his knee?
    It wasn’t an option, no matter how pleasing he found the idea.
    Like it or not, he was trapped by the same set of rules Penelope was now flaunting. He couldn’t— wouldn’t —put her career or professional image in danger. It would be inexcusable, even if he wasn’t acting as her Dom for the next week. He was supposed to protect her. Push her to her limits, yes. Stretch her boundaries in ways she never would have considered, of course. But harming her in any way? Unacceptable.
    He clenched his hands and forced them to relax. She would be punished for making herself scarce, but it would be in a controlled environment—no matter how much he wanted to put her in her place as soon as he laid eyes on her.
    Will took a right, finding the business sign a few doors down. The door led up a narrow flight of stairs and into a surprisingly roomy office. It was colored in tones of fall, all warm beiges and browns with a few burnt orange pillows as counterpoint. He’d expected something more industrial or streamlined to go with Penelope’s ball busting attitude, but perhaps he should have considered her southern roots. Every part of this waiting room was designed to relax a client, to make them comfortable and get them to lower their barriers. He was impressed despite himself.
    A man who barely looked more than sixteen sat behind the receptionist’s desk. His eyes went wide when he took in Will. “Can I help you?”
    “Point me in the direction of Penelope’s office.”
    The man’s eyes darted to a hallway leading to a set of three doors. “She’s not in, but I can take a message.”
    He was lying through his teeth. Will