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Ian couldn’t remember another time when he had wanted to laugh out loud during an interview with a submissive. When he looked up at Jace, he was surprised to see his friend’s face was purple, literally. The ass was trying to hold his breath to keep from bursting out in hysterical laughter. Ian mentally shook his head. It would serve the prick right if he caused himself brain damage from oxygen deprivation. And speaking about missing out on a few doses of O 2 —how the hell had she managed say all that without stopping to take a breath?
    Then it was as if the spell of openness and exposure had been broken, and Callie seemed to pull herself together and, grasping her hands in her lap, she just looked at him for long seconds before adding, “You can check my story, hell, that file on your desk probably tells you everything but my shoe size anyway. I might not be the best investigative reporter, well, not the sneakiest anyway, but I’m honest, Mr. McGregor. I don’t lie…ever.”
    Leaning back in his chair, Ian just waited. He had to give the little pixie credit, she was brave. And he didn’t doubt that she was honest—at least with everyone but herself. But her sense of self-preservation certainly needed work. He doubted she’d use a safe word when she should, and that was something he’d have to correct very quickly. He’d always been a big believer in safe words, and they were absolute law at Club Isola. When he finally leaned toward her, he almost smiled when he saw her muscles tense and her eyes dilate. Well, well, the little sub isn’t as unaffected as she’d have me believe. How interesting—and convenient.
    “Let me tell you what I see, Callie. I see a beautiful woman who has taken on more responsibility than she should have to. I see a woman who honors her commitments, often at the expense of what she believes is right. I see a woman of integrity who prides herself on telling the truth to others, but who often lies to herself. I see an amazingly curious soul buried in the body of a very bright woman who struggles with her sexuality because she can’t ever seem to get to the level of pleasure she is sure exists.” He’d watched her eyes get wider with each statement he’d made and heard her gasp at the last one, so he knew he’d nailed it.
    “Now, my question is—how brave are you, Carlin ? Are you brave enough to seek that which eludes you? Do you want the story badly enough to explore your own desires?” God, he loved watching her eyes dilate even further with desire. She squirmed in her seat, and he knew she was trying to relieve the pressure of her swelling sex. He also knew exactly what she was not wearing under that shirt, so he’d be able to smell her arousal in a minute or two.

Chapter 5
     
    Callie had nearly stroked out when Ian McGregor had started telling her what he “saw” in her. Pickle fudge, what was in that damned report anyway? How did he find out that much? No way in hell he could have just guessed so accurately. Now he’d thrown down a major challenge, and damn if that wasn’t one of her biggest weaknesses. Damn it all to hell, she’d started getting in trouble with dares in kindergarten. Sure, she shouldn’t have cut off that chunk of Julie’s ponytail, but that stupid Joey kid had dared her, so what else could she do? No big surprise when she’d heard he’d wound up in prison. Served the little weasel right after he ratted her out. The bully had seen Callie’s dad leaving the local bar and been all too happy to fill him in on her latest escapade.
    She’d missed several days of school because she had been unable to sit down after her dad had used the buckle end of his belt to “teach her a lesson” or at least that was what he’d been screaming all the while he’d been lashing her. As usual, her mom hadn’t been home. And when she’d seen Callie’s battered body the next morning, she’d been more worried about her social standing than she had been about