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ridiculously formal tone.
    Sensed Michael’s slow nod. ‘If that’s what you want, my dear.’
    â€˜What else did you have in mind?’ she muttered, flexing her wrists against the couch.
    â€˜I could have shown you round the island. I’ve a boat at the Marina.’ She felt his palm slide over her hair. ‘The water is perfect today.’
    â€˜No thanks. I like my own company and I prefer dry land,’ Lisa lied, rejecting the attractive aquatic image and starting to push back on to her hands and knees.
    Her crotch was far from dry. Her labia peeled reluctantly away from his leg when she moved away, the tissues making a small slurping noise. Wincing, she again clambered gingerly from the medical couch feeling a strong sense of deja vu. The sense of discord was even stronger as she mused over his invitation. Why was he suddenly being so friendly, so nice?
    â€˜Well, if you change your mind my offer still stands,’ Michael Landers said evenly as she started to pull up her panties. ‘For the next four days I’ve deliberately kept my consultancy time light.’
    Lisa refused to answer his hopeful smile. Instead, she reached for her olive shorts and started to edge them carefully over her punished haunches. ‘Really, I like my own company. I’ll be fine.’
    â€˜Well, enjoy your travels. If you want directions or anything don’t hesitate to knock on my office door.’
    Nodding, Lisa made for her room. Her red bottom was tingling and her vulva was sated. For now, her body felt completely right. But the man had said that he took his employees to the limits of sexual pain and pleasure, so she didn’t want to think about the direction he might have in mind.
Chapter Five
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    Later that same morning the herbalist tiptoed down the stairs again, intent on leaving Vitality for a few hours in search of the enchantments of Malta. She didn’t want Michael to see her. She couldn’t face anyone just yet. Her clitoral pulsing had ebbed away and the sizzling of her buttocks had faded to a glow that was embarrassingly pleasant. But she still felt hugely transparent, suspected that the other servants in the house would look at her and somehow know, Not that she was a servant, she reminded herself quickly, she was a valuable employee.
    An employee with several days’ exploration time, thank goodness. Glad that her ankle-length pinafore and underlying long white T-shirt covered her recently-spanked curves, Lisa began to tiptoe past the door leading to Reception.
    â€˜Ah. I’ve been looking out for you.’ Marie-Rose came hurrying into the foyer, her round face lit with a motherly smile. ‘Dr Landers asked me to give you this Guide Book,’ she continued. ‘He said that Achille the chauffeur will drive you wherever you wish.’
    Lisa beamed back at her. ‘Really, no - I’ll do the free spirit bit and take the bus.’ She hated the prospect of being cooped up with any man for the next few hours, had to regain her composure, find her own space.
    â€˜Dr Landers will worry about you being alone.’ The Receptionist licked her full pink lips.
    â€˜Tell Dr Landers that I’m a big girl now.’ Lisa winced as the words left her. A couple of hours ago she’d felt very small indeed.
    â€˜I’ll give you a bus timetable, then,’ the stockily handsome older woman continued. ‘But be at the stop about fifteen minutes before the bus is due. They’re variable in when they arrive.’
    Everything was variable here, Lisa thought as the woman went into the filing cabinet and produced a list of bus departure and arrival times.
    â€˜We’d love you to join us for dinner at eight,’ Marie-Rose added, pressing the pamphlet into Lisa’s right hand. ‘Carmen enjoys trying out fresh recipes for a new guest. She’ll cook whatever you like.’
    Lisa thought of Michael Landers presiding at the top