Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender by Saskia Walker, Portia Da Costa, Opal Carew, Jennifer Leeland, Madelynne Ellis, T.J. Michaels, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cynthia Sax, Evangeline Anderson, Avery Aster, Karen Fenech, Ruby Foxx Read Free Book Online Page A

she was disoriented, uncertain where she was, but when she glanced at the large windows, the source of the light blazing across her eyes, she remembered.
    She was in Race Danner’s penthouse.  Or rather, the penthouse he’d rented in the hotel.
    She sat up and glanced at the bed beside her.  And Mr. Danner seemed to be missing.
    Wrapping the sheet around herself, she pushed herself from the bed and walked across the room to the bathroom.  There were damp towels on the floor in the corner, so he’d had a shower, but she saw no sign of his toiletries on the counter.
    She walked into the living room and glanced around.  He wasn’t sitting at the dining table having a coffee, though there was a silver pot on the table and two cups laid out.  She smiled, relieved, but when she reached the table, she saw that one cup was used.  And under the clean cup was an envelope.
    She picked it up and opened it.
    Jacquie,
    Thank you for a wonderful night.  I know we were supposed to talk today, but I got called away.  Phone me in a few days and we’ll arrange a time.
    Race
    Ah, damn.
    * * *
    Two days later, she called him, using the business card he’d left in the envelope with the note.  His secretary said he was unavailable.  When Jacquie called the next day, she said the same thing.  After four days, she was getting frustrated.
    “He gave me this number and asked me to call,” Jacquie insisted, wondering if the secretary was just trying to get rid of her.
    At least this number got her to his actual office.  When she’d called before going to the poker game, she couldn’t even get past the main reception.
    “When is the best time to call?” Jacquie asked.
    “I’m sorry, I can’t give a specific time.  He has a busy schedule.”
    “Of course.  Please give him my number.  It’s—”
    “Yes, Ms. Bell.  I have it.”
    Jacquie pursed her lips.  “Fine.  Thank you.  I’ll try again tomorrow.”
    Anger blazed through her at the realization he was blowing her off.  But more, she was hurt.  After the sexy, passionate night they’d shared, she’d thought he’d actually enjoyed being with her.  She’d even considered that maybe he might want to see her again.
    Now it looked like he wasn’t even going to give her a chance to talk to him, after promising he would.
    But maybe she was overreacting.  She picked up the phone and called Raymond and told him she’d been trying to get in touch with Mr. Danner, hoping maybe he could help somehow.
    “I heard he was out of town,” Raymond said.  “Hong Kong, I think.  Some kind of business meeting.  His assistant said he got delayed a few days.”
    Relief washed through her.  He wasn’t avoiding her calls.  He was out of town.
    “Do you have any idea when he’ll be back?” she asked.
    “I think he got back a day or two ago.”
    Her hand tightened around the phone.  “Really?”
    “All I know for sure is that he’s going to be at the poker game tomorrow night.”
    She frowned.  So he’d been out of town—that would explain why he hadn’t taken her calls the first few days—but he was back now and hadn’t deemed her call important enough.  He might be busy catching up, but…damn it, he’d promised to talk to her and now he was treating her like dirt.
    Unless…  She’d left her office number.  Maybe he would call her tomorrow at work.
    But if he didn’t…
    Determination stirred inside her.  He had promised her an audience and she would ensure he honored that promise.
    * * *
    That night, she had a scorching hot dream about Mr. Race Danner.  Tying her up and taking her bent over a wooden bench, then suspending her from chains hanging from the ceiling, her legs wrapped around his waist so his cock drove deep inside her.
    She woke up with the sheets wrapped around her legs, her insides melting with the heat of her desire.
    God, she might be angry at the man, but that didn’t stop her from wanting him with a quiet desperation.
    She