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not only wanted to share a night like this with her, he wanted to come home to her. Picket fence and all. He wanted her to be there just for him. To listen just to him. To make love to just to him. To dance just with him. To bow down just to him.
    To bow down.
    To kneel before him. Aching for his touch, be it a caress or a lash.
    Well, at least he was that special. He was the only one of her clients she played the role of submissive to. She was a Domme to the rest of her customers. That meant something, didn’t it?
    Introducing her into BDSM was a stroke of luck. She took to being a submissive to him like a duck to water. The image of her on her knees in front of him stirred him. He’d hold off though.
    The night had fallen. He wasn’t going to call her; no way. He turned from the balcony to his bedroom and pulled out his laptop
    But he could send her an email. It was Wednesday. He’d book her for Saturday.
    At Pandora’s.
     
    Hi Annik,
    Just got back from my meeting and thought of you. New York is fabulous. My room overlooks Central Park. The hustle and bustle of cars and people and the view of the city, with the millions of lights makes Toronto look so small. Maybe the next time I visit here, you’d consider coming with me. We could paint the town red and take in some shows.
    I would like to book your services for this Saturday night, if you’re free.
    Please confirm,
    Master Tom
     
    That was kind of sweet--he’s thinking about her, and he wants to see her as soon as he gets back to Canada. She’d like that.
    Sleep would come and he had Saturday with Annik to look forward to. He would claim her body at Pandora’s, even if he couldn’t have her heart. Half a loaf was better than none.
    Wasn’t it?
     
     

 

    Chapter 3
     
    Tom was right. Annik was working.
    She had an important engagement. On a scale of one to ten this was about an eight, maybe a nine. She had an opportunity to earn a tidy profit, gain a repeat customer, and most importantly, further develop a client base that would pretty well sew up her business for the next fiscal year.
    At five PM, she was sitting at her desk reviewing her notes on William Trembley. Obviously, it was important to have a take on your client; information was power after all. The better information she had, the deeper her insight into her client’s needs would be, and subsequently the better job she would do. Which would gain her more business, and higher fees.
    Pretty simple stuff, to be sure. And she knew, from reading the books her mentor Tom had recommended, paying close attention to the simple things, making them as perfect as she could, was something her competitors rarely did. Tom's own success in business was a fount of knowledge and advice that had helped Annik grow her own enterprise. Her competitors were a different story. They saw easy money, fast money, and milked their advantages for all they could. And then, after about a year or two, were either out of business or relegated to a lower tier. Whereas, Annik was at the top of her game, and planning her next career move.
    She was grateful for the internet. Online, she was able to pull up Trembley’s curriculum vitae from LinkedIn, get investment background information on his company’s past performances and prospects, and a whiff of the latest projects his company was either planning or executing. Cross referencing that to his city’s newspaper social pages, she saw the charities he was involved with, and to what extent—nuggets of pure gold for the insight to Trembley’s passions. A man who supports the ballet has different tastes from a man who is an avid model railroad buff, no?
    Her research also gave an idea of the fee schedule she would apply to Trembley; she was able to develop a rough estimate on his annual income and current assets. And as a sign of his success, she rewarded him with her top fees. Plus expenses, of course. And if things went well, he’d become a member of the top level of clients,