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what you want.”
    I scoffed. Hardly. The guy had somewhere in the ballpark of ten grand’s worth of stuff on the off chance that he’d run into me? As if.
    “How long have you been hardwired this way?” I asked. Maybe it was rude. Oh well.
    “Honestly, since I can remember.”
    I looked to him, then to the swing, then back at him.
    “So you like to exert dominance over women. What does that give you?” Because I was pretty sure that it was something creepy. It was just too much. As much as I wanted to trust him and explore a new side of myself, I wasn’t exactly ready for all of this.
    I walked past him and into the hallway. Suddenly, the candlelight gave me the willies. There was nowhere to sit and talk. We’d skipped foreplay and gone straight into the remotest depths of a dungeon I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready to enter.
    He followed me out. “Rachel.”
    “I should go. This is too weird, even for me. And I’m usually into weird.”
    “I was so certain about you,” he said in a tone that told me he wanted me to stay. His eyes exuded disappointment. “I guess I was wrong.”
    “Yeah. Very.” From my purse, I procured the sweater I’d brought to wear overtop of the dress if I got cold and started to fumble with it to find the sleeves.
    “Don’t go.” He clutched it and held it firmly in his grasp.
    “Give it here,” I ordered.
    “I wouldn’t have shown you that room if I’d known it would make you want to leave.”
    “What the hell did you think? You honestly thought you read my mind to the point of thinking I wanted to be friggin’ tied up and gagged and…then what? Beaten? You don’t know me.” I was downright huffy.
    I yanked my sweater from his clutch and put it on.
    “I was never planning on beating you. I wouldn’t do that. You misunderstood my intentions completely. This really is all new to you, isn’t it?”
    It was as though he couldn’t believe I wasn’t some sort of lifestyle submissive. Did I really emanate that energy?
    “New and soon to be really old.” I almost had my parka on then I planned to slam his door with much fanfare.
    But then I saw the longing look in his eyes. There he was again, that quiet handsome guy from high school who had bedazzled me. Those emerald eyes of his gleamed in the dimly lit foyer of his apartment and with no words spoken at all, he had somehow convinced me to stay.

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Standing an arm’s length from him with my parka only halfway on, I froze. If I left now, it was over between us and I had come here already convinced that there was something to Jeff that I had never experienced before and perhaps would never come across again. Something told me he did grasp an element of who I was and I didn’t want to walk out on that. I let my coat fall to the floor.
    “Rachel,” he said, and cupped my face between his palms. He kissed me. It was a long, slow kiss that reminded me of the other night. The chemistry between us was palpable.
    “Let’s start this evening over,” he said.
    “I’d like that,” I agreed. Then, laughing nervously and putting my hand out to him as a joke, I said, “I’m Rachel and I’m new to submission.”
    I thought he’d laugh, but he didn’t. He took my hand and kissed the back of it. “Thank you for staying.”
    Picking my parka off the floor and hanging it up, he said, “Won’t you come in? Make yourself at home on the couch?”
    “Sure,” I said.
    Then he sat down next to me on his gray couch and took my hand. “I’m sorry I pressured you.”
    Okay, confession time. I’d freaked out earlier, but my intuition told me that Jeff was a dependable guy, one who could be trusted. “You didn’t. I mean, I didn’t exactly object the other night when you said you saw the submissive streak in me. The truth is, I was taken aback that you said so because you’re the first to notice.”
    “Really?” he asked.
    “Uh, yes,” I said. Did he find that strange? Did he really see some