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chitchat. She simply told Polly where
to be and when to be there. Then she’d hung up.
    At first Polly had been taken aback at the abrupt,
unfriendly phone encounter. But then again, this woman was a dominatrix.
Mallory Hayes wasn’t paying Vivien to be sugary sweet.
    Doubt flared in Polly’s gut as she neared the café in the
trendy Gulch area of Nashville.
    Vivien had told Polly she’d know her when she saw her,
striking more trepidation in Polly’s heart. Would the woman be dressed all in black?
Stockings and garters and high heels?
    Polly gulped and pulled open the café door. At once the
nutty aroma of coffee wafted around her, soothing her senses, but only
temporarily.
    A stunningly beautiful, black-haired woman sat at one of the
tables. She looked as if she’d stepped straight out of a film noir flick from
the fifties. Glossy, red lips stood out in striking contrast against her
flawless ivory complexion. Perfectly arched eyebrows framed thickly lashed
eyes. A tiny mole, accentuated with dark pencil, dotted one high cheekbone. She
would have looked severe were it not for the shiny, soft waves of her
shoulder-length black hair and the feminine cut of her retro-style floral-print
dress.
    She straightened as Polly came into the café.
    It was too late to turn back now. Besides, Polly was too
intrigued to walk out. Shaking, she approached the table. “Miss Blackheart?”
    “Sit.”
    Without question, Polly dropped into the chair opposite.
She’d intended to show this woman that she wasn’t a simpering weakling, that
she wasn’t her typical client. She’d already blown it.
    “Your test results?” Vivien held out her hand.
    “Oh those. Yes, I have them.” Polly plunged her hand into
her purse and produced an envelope containing a clean bill of health from the
MTSU infirmary.
    Vivien didn’t open it. Instead she slid a similar envelope
across the table to Polly, who slipped it into her purse.
    Vivien raised her hand. “Server.” Her tone brooked no
refusal. At once a young man darted to their table.
    “You may order,” Vivien said to Polly.
    May order? What the fuck? “I-I’ll have a mocha
and…and a slice of chess pie,” Polly stammered as she glanced over the server’s
shoulder to the chalkboard menu.
    “Anything else for you, ma’am?” the server asked Vivien.
    “No. Thank you.” Her lips pursed into a smile that faded as
soon as he turned his back.
    Polly resisted the urge to squirm as the dominatrix’s gaze
moved over her.
    Vivien blotted her lips with her napkin. “I assume from your
agreeing to this meeting and coming here that you are willing to participate in
this arrangement.”
    “Uh…yes.” Although Vivien didn’t appear to be much older
than Polly she was so beautiful and sophisticated, Polly felt like a blubbering
schoolgirl in her presence. Any courage she’d possessed prior to coming here
slipped out of her grasp like a helium-filled balloon on the rise.
    “Very well. Then I’ll not waste your time with idle twaddle.
After our meeting today, if I permit you to submit to me, you must agree to my
terms.”
    Polly nodded.
    “I am your Mistress. Not your girlfriend. Not your confidante.
And not your lover. This is non-negotiable.”
    “Okay…” Polly could see where some clients might hope for
more.
    Vivien’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I will require strict
monogamy from you during your training period. We can renegotiate our business
relationship when that is over if you and I so choose.”
    “Strict monogamy?”
    “Your training will involve a certain amount of sexual
domination and submission. That is why I have asked you to bring your test
results today and why I shared mine with you. During the training, you are not
to engage in sexual activity with anyone but me.” Vivien sipped her coffee as
if they were discussing the boarding of a pet rather than sexual submission.
    Polly nodded. She wanted to offer that it wouldn’t be a
problem since she hadn’t been in a