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 B

showered and got ready for work.  Then she grabbed a sexy evening dress and stilettos and slid then into a bag.  If Mr. Danner did not call her today, she was going to crash his poker game.  Again.
    * * *
    Jacquie got off the elevator and headed to the front door.  A delivery man carrying flowers passed her in the lobby and she couldn’t help admiring the lovely, tall pink orchids.  She loved orchids and those ones were stunning.
    She pushed open the door and walked to the bus stop.
    As soon as she got to work, she called Mr. Danner’s office, but the secretary still insisted he couldn’t take her call.  Jacquie left her work number again, though the woman insisted she already had it.  By five o’clock, when he still hadn’t called her, Jacquie was livid as she strode to the ladies’ room to change.
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    Jacquie knocked on the door of the room where the poker game was being held this evening.  Flashing the black and gold chip at the concierge got her the room number again.
    The door opened and she found herself face-to-face with the man named Renaldo.  Recognition flickered in his eyes and he opened the door.  She stepped inside and glanced around the room.  There were only a few well-dressed men around the table, drinking and talking, probably awaiting the rest of their complement of players.
    The one man she didn’t see was Race Danner.
    “Would you like a drink?” Renaldo asked.
    “White wine, please.”  She might as well enjoy Mr. Danner’s hospitality before she gave him a piece of her mind.  The wine would help buoy up her courage, too.
    A couple of men at the table eyed her, but continued their casual chatting.
    Renaldo returned with a crystal stem glass full of wine and handed it to her.
    “I just called Mr. Danner.  He’ll be down in a few moments,” he said.
    She smiled and sipped from the glass, but her stomach churned and she barely noticed the delightful flavor of the expensive wine.
    The door opened and Mr. Danner stepped inside, his authoritative air filling the room.
    She took another sip of wine, then placed it on the side table near her.
    God, he was a stunning man.  His wavy dark hair combed back, his square jaw with a hint of shadow.  And those full, kissable lips.
    His gaze scanned the room, then locked on hers, taking her breath away.  His lips turned up in a smile and he started toward her.
    Oh, God, even just a glance from him sent her heart into palpitations.  His smile told her he was ready to continue playing games with her.
    But she would not allow that tonight.  She would not let him manipulate her for his own entertainment.
    She drew in a breath, ready to face the beast.
    His smile broadened as he drew close.
    “You’re here.”
    “Yes, I am,” she said, her voice filled with steely determination.  “And I intend to have that conversation you promised me.”
    His eyebrow quirked.  “Is everything okay?”
    “No, it’s not okay,” she said a little too loudly, then glanced around, noticing a few curious stares turned their way.  She lowered her voice.  “You promised me we would talk, then you disappeared.”
    He reached out to take her elbow.  “Why don’t we go somewhere quiet to continue this conversation?”
    She snatched her arm away.  “I’m not going to allow you to toy with me again.”
    He frowned.  “Do you really want to have your talk here, or somewhere more private?”
    She pursed her lips as she glanced around.  “All right.”
    He gestured her toward the door and she took the lead.  They walked down the hall to the elevator.  As if by magic, a staff member held the elevator door for them and within moments, she stepped off the elevator into his penthouse suite.
    “Now, do you want to tell me why you’re so upset?” he asked.
    “You mean besides the fact you ditched me after promising to talk with me?”
    “I was called away on urgent business.  I left you my card so you could contact me.”
    “Which I did every