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have unfinished business to attend to, if my memory serves me correctly.”
    The sudden pang of arousal at his words halted me immediately. The memory of our encounter in the boardroom at Wilde Industries hadn’t been far from my mind all day.
    “But first, you need to be taught a lesson.”
    Oh? Oh!
    “A lesson? You’re going to punish me?” I wasn’t sure whether my elevating pulse rate was due to panic or pure, unadulterated desire.
    He hesitated before answering, his eyes skimming provocatively over my hyper-sensitive skin. “No. I mean a lesson under the terms of which learning is intended to occur. Where, hopefully, you’ll gain insight into something you currently seem unfamiliar with.” He paused, his brows furrowing thoughtfully. “I suppose the learning objective is the same as that of a punishment. A means to ensure you don’t continue to make the same mistakes. To stop fucking up any chance you have of ever being happy.”
    As if that offered satisfactory clarification, I nodded. Although I was no more certain as to what he meant, the tone of his voice warned me not to inquire further.
    “I’d like to shower first.” Seeming to drag his gaze reluctantly from mine, he moved toward the bathroom. “Would you mind waiting for me?”
    “No.” I turned to head for the bed to make myself comfortable.
    “In the lounge.”
    “Sorry?”
    “Wait for me in the lounge.”
    “Oh. Okay.” Confused, I lifted a foot to remove a shoe.
    “Leave them on.”
    Still unsure as to his intentions or what to make of his tone, I said nothing, just nodded and headed for the door.
    “Angel?”
    “Yes.” I turned toward him.
    “You can put on your robe.”

Chapter Two
    In the hope that the peaceful meanderings of my cold-blooded friends might help to soothe my nerves and fevered anticipation, I curled up in my chair in front of the tank to wait. I had no idea what Ethan had in store for me, but I was prepared to accept whatever lesson he felt I needed to learn. If it took away the hurt I saw his eyes and heard in his voice last night and this morning, I would do anything—anything to prove to him that I would never allow my toxic family to infest our happiness again.
    “Angel?” Ethan’s low, husky tones startled me.
    He stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung, faded jeans, the sight of him inciting my taste buds to drool desirously, like chocolate melting on my tongue.
    “Come here,” he instructed.
    Obeying instantly, I unfurled my legs and moved across the room toward him. He gazed at me, his expression still inscrutable, and then slowly he moved around to my back.
    “Close your eyes.”
    Again, I complied without hesitation. I felt something soft brush gently against my eyelids, a smooth, silky fabric blocking out all remaining light as it tightened against my skin. He was blindfolding me.
    My heart struck my chest wall with a sudden instinctive foretaste of what was to come. The blindfold, his insistence that I wear my red shoes, his near-naked form in the doorway, suggested only one thing. But his talk of my needing to learn a lesson, his tone, and impenetrable mood hinted at something different. Nonetheless, my skin prickled with eager expectation as I waited for my next instruction in the darkness behind my eyelids.
    Suddenly, his voice startled me. He was closer than I’d imagined, his breath warm against my ear, his smell… exquisite. “How does that make you feel?”
    Misreading the question, I nodded to let him know I was okay.
    “No, Angel. Tell me how it makes you feel.” His voice was slightly harsher than before, more demanding.
    I thought about what he wanted me to say, trying to tune in to the sensations I was feeling, but struggling. “Restricted,” I said finally.
    “Anything else?” He’d shifted, his lips grazing the lobe of my other ear now.
    “Dependent.”
    “Think beyond the blindfold.”
    My mind searched for the answer, and then after a beat I