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least tell me your name?”
    “You don’t know it?” he asked and raised his eyebrows.
    Well, she could guess. He was one of two men, and she was pretty sure she knew which one. She had to be crazy because she was considering this. Here was a chance to play with a real Dominant, a man who seemed to take the whole D/s thing very seriously. She could forget who she was, what she was and just…be. For three whole days.
    Not with a stranger. The fantasy she had about this was not with a total stranger, but with someone she could trust. Did she need to know his name? Of course she did. Especially if he was who she thought he could be.
    “Of course I don’t,” she snapped. “Last night I was drunk. Today, I am sober, and I would like to know who I will be—” She stopped. What the hell was she going to be doing? She shook her head and rose to her bare feet. This was insane. She was leaving.
    “Nell, sit down.” His voice was sharp and commanding.
    Before she had a thought, she sat. Fuck. Double fuck.
    He stood and placed his hands at either side of her head on the back of the sofa. “My name is Mark, but you won’t be calling me that. You will be calling me Sir.”
    Holy shit . His presence overwhelmed her, made her stupid. All that snappy repartee that had always served her well deserted her. The ice that had earned her the name “Dragon Bitch” at work was nowhere to be seen. He simply smashed through all her defenses, and she had no idea how he did it.
    She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
    The pupils in his eyes expanded, and she sensed tension ripple through him. Had she said something wrong?
     
    AS IF HE’D never had a woman call him Sir, Mark had to fight the urge to take little Nell right then and there and fuck the rules.
    But he was Mark Conners, the Con in ConFed. He made the damn rules, so he’d better follow them. What had begun as a lighthearted challenge had morphed so quickly it made his usually hard head spin.
    Lines around her eyes denoted her worry. His silence and stillness had made her nervous. Good. “Now that you have my name, we will negotiate terms for our contract.”
    She blinked. Nell was a stunning woman. She wasn’t exactly petite, though he doubted she was over five foot tall. There was nothing fragile or delicate about her, though she moved with grace and confidence. Her staff was terrified of her as if she was twice her size and a lot meaner.
    Her hazel eyes were filled with confusion and frustration. Control meant a lot to Anelda Armstrong. She ruled her roost with an iron fist, which was why every single senior officer had been stunned when she sauntered to their table drunk off her ass.
    “Negotiate,” she said slowly.
    Go ahead, Nell. Start believing you can bullshit me.
    “You were required to submit to a blood test and medical physical for your employment, so I am aware you are clean.” He reached down and lifted his briefcase. “I don’t expect you to take my word for my health, however.” He handed her a manila envelope. “This contains all my blood work. I’ve had no partners in the last six months, so nothing has changed.”
    He’d thrown her off balance again. Right in front of his eyes, he watched a transformation. She’d been bullied, confused, hazy until that moment. She donned her professional mode-like armor.
    With competent fingers, she flicked through the pages of his medical report. He was amused that she actually read it. She nodded briskly and met his gaze. Ah, there was the icy calm she was famous for. “You said we were to negotiate. Are there stipulations in writing so that I can—”
    “No.” He smiled when she snapped her mouth closed and gritted her teeth. “Our negotiations will be verbal. Communication is more than words on a page. Just as your declaration wasn’t in writing, these negotiations are between us.”
    “I need some idea—”
    “No.” He shook his head. “Paper is a barrier for you. I don’t want any walls.”
    “How can