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my.”
    “Yes. Worse, Charles, was that I noticed my Mortlach looked out of place. As if someone had moved it. And when I opened it I smelled cheap whiskey rather than what was in the bottle originally.”
    Charles put his face in his hands. “Poor thing,” he muttered. “What? Did she drink it? Spill it? She must be mortified.”
    “ Poor thing ? It’s irreplaceable, Charles. Or at the very least incredibly difficult and expensive to replace. And it has meaning to me. As you know.”
    “I know.” Charles swept his hair out of his eyes once more and gazed at Kane. “So. Is she going to pay you for it? She surely doesn’t have that kind of money, does she?”
    “She does.” Kane pointed to the check that lay on the table, the Mortlach bottle as its paperweight.
    “But? I sense a ‘but.’” Charles was always good at reading Kane. Too good , Kane sometimes thought.
    “But she asked me for an alternate solution.”
    “I think I need a drink before we continue,” said Charles suddenly, crouching near the coffee table and pouring from the Mortlach bottle into the two glasses.
    “I don’t want to drink that shit,” said Kane.
    “Oh, stop being such an arrogant prick and drink it. It’s not going to kill you.” Charles scowled at Kane as he handed him a glass, then drank from his own. “Go on, then. What was her suggestion?”
    “She wants me to punish her.”
    Charles lowered his glass and his eyes as he assessed Kane. “She’s… innocent, yes?”
    Kane sipped his drink and grimaced at the harsh taste. So maybe he was arrogant with expensive tastes? So the fuck what? “I don’t think she’s a virgin.”
    “Oh, please, Kane. I’m not talking about being a virgin. I’m talking about your… proclivities.”
    “My proclivities ? Is that how you refer to it?” Kane laughed.
    “Your lifestyle . Your sexual preferences . I mean, I like a little kink. You? Like only kink.”
    Kane stood suddenly, walking to the window and gazing out into the dark night. “I wouldn’t say I only like kink. I do enjoy it, though, yes. And Bella is, almost certainly, very vanilla. Though I could tell she enjoyed watching the video of me spanking another woman. And I could see it in her eyes, when we were talking about the possibility of a deal, that she was very interested. Afraid, yes. But intrigued.”
    “It’s a bad idea, Kane. She doesn’t really know what she’s getting herself into, does she?”
    “Why must you be so relentlessly moral?”
    “Why must you be so relentlessly dark?”
    Kane laughed again. Dark? Maybe. Probably.
    “Just be careful with her, Kane. She’s a nice girl.”
    Kane murmured his assent, but what he was really thinking about was Bella’s ass, the way it moved when she walked. The way he imagined it would look bare, red after he spanked it hard, until she cried and begged him to stop.
     
    * * *
     
    The week passed quickly for Kane, who was busy working. But thoughts of Bella never quite left his mind. He was sure she’d show up on Friday, but part of him worried that she wouldn’t. He didn’t want to be concerned about something as supposedly meaningless as that. If she didn’t come over, he’d simply cash the check. That was the agreement. It was quite simple.
    And yet… Although he didn’t want to admit it, he realized he’d be disappointed if she changed her mind about the deal. That realization made him uncomfortable. He liked to be in control at all times, liked to avoid unnecessary emotions by making sure everything went the way it should, the way he wanted. By planning meticulously. Disappointment, fear, sadness: those were all useless emotions to Kane. They did nothing but make you weak. And he didn’t like to be weak.
    He worked out in the evenings, his home gym a place where he could both relax and push himself hard, making sure his body was strong and able, ready for anything. But all he could think about was Bella. How sexy she looked even in her cheap clothes.