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“Sure, that would be fine.”

“I’m only a phone call away if you should ever need me—day or night. Don’t hesitate to call.”

“Thank you so much, Curt.”

“Yes, thank you,” Flynn says, “and I’ll text you where to send your bill.”

“There’s no charge. It’s my pleasure to see you settled and so in love, Natalie. I can’t think of anyone who deserves that kind of happiness more than you.”

Flynn puts his arm around me and kisses my temple. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“Thanks again, Curt. I’ll call you next week.”

“I’ll look forward to hearing from you.”

Flynn pushes the button to end the connection. “He’s great and obviously very fond of you.”

“He got me through a nightmare.”

“For that, he shall always have my gratitude as well as yours.”

“Do you feel better now that we’ve spoken to him?”

“I feel less worried than I was.”

“Soooo… What now?”

Once again, he leans in close to me, his lips touching my ear. “Now, I need to do some work.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“But tonight at eight o’clock, I want you naked and on your knees at the foot of the bed. Your hands will be folded in your lap and your head down in submission as you wait for me to tell you what I want. Do you understand?”

My entire body heats as his words register. “I… Yes, I understand.”

“Today, I want you to reread our contract and go over every detail we negotiated so you’re reminded of what could happen later.”

“Okay.”

“What’s the proper way to address me in this context?”

“Yes… Sir.”

“Better. Now kiss me and let me get to work.”

I expect a quick peck, but I should know better by now. He kisses me senseless and then leaves me reeling when he pulls back. I put Fluff down, get up from the chair, which I take with me when I leave the room on trembling legs. Eight o’clock is more than ten hours from now. How will I stand the insistent throb of desire between my legs for that long?





Chapter 7





I’m hard as concrete as I watch her walk away. Her reaction to my instructions makes me want to forget all about the power of anticipation and begin playtime right now. But I’ve promised Hayden I’ll work for part of every day, so I start by diving into the email that has accumulated during the time I’ve spent with Natalie.

I participate in a conference call with the production team on the film that has defied naming, and dismiss a lengthy list of ideas our marketing team presents to us at the end of the two-hour meeting.

Hayden reminds me we’re long overdue with making decisions on our next project and forwards me an email containing his short list of suggestions.

“I’ll take a look and get back to you with my thoughts.”

“Great, thank you. Nice to have you back, even part time.”

“Good to be back.”

The call ends, and I immediately call Hayden on my cell.

“Didn’t I just talk to you?”

“I wanted to speak to you privately, and I didn’t trust everyone to hang up if I asked to do it during the call.”

“Good thinking.”

“Especially in light of what I want to talk about. So Natalie knows.”

“What does she know?”

“Everything.” I let that one word do the talking for me.

“How?”

“Our old friend Valerie decided she needed to know.”

“You’re shitting me, right?”

“I wish I was.”

“Wow, she’s got some brass balls. You gotta give her that.”

“Perhaps so, but when I get back to town, we need to do something about her. It wouldn’t take much to ruin her career, for one thing. Hardly anyone wants to work with her anyway.”

“I can’t believe she’d have the nerve to fuck with you this way. So, how did Natalie take it?”

“We had a rough couple of days, but we’re better now. A lot better. She wants to come to the club.”

“So she’s interested?”

“Intrigued and curious were the words she used.”

“A lot better than depraved and disgusting.”

“I much prefer Natalie’s words.”

“Wow, Flynn… Congrats. You hit the jackpot. You found a woman who genuinely loves you and is willing to be part of the lifestyle, too. You’re a lucky bastard.”

I can hear the yearning in his tone. Perhaps someone who doesn’t know him as well as I do would’ve missed it, but I don’t. “You never know what’s possible unless you try.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“How do you know—”

“I gotta go. Another call coming in. See you when you get back.”

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