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her mouth, he would have dealt with her long ago. He waited, her hand on the doorknob obviously shaking.
    “Is there a problem, Susan?”
    She slowly turned around and crossed the room before dropping to her knees.
    It wasn’t desire for her that made him hard. It was knowing that she hated doing this. It was knowing that she despised him. It was knowing that she despised working for him. But still she got down on her knees and took him in her mouth. No, it wasn’t desire. It was power. He closed his eyes and reveled in it.

Chapter Four
     
    At two on the dot, Finn pulled her newly purchased 1967 green ragtop Mustang into the parking lot at the back of the dive center and walked down to the dock. She could see that the boats were all still out and she smiled, glad she would be there to help with the chores common to her new profession. She found a perch on a low wall and leaned back against the trunk of a palm tree, her mind wandering as she stared out across the ocean. The waves broke gently against the dock and the jetties; the sun, hardly above its zenith, moved away behind her, casting long shadows as it marched onward.
    Slowly, dots on the horizon grew into the boats heading home for the day. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself on the deck of the boat, the feel of the wind in her hair, the sea spray on her face, and the sun warming her skin. She craved the freedom she knew she would find there. She could feel the shackles that had held her in London falling away. She hadn’t even noticed as the boat finally pulled up alongside the dock and the deck hand jumped off, taking the mooring line with him and bending it around the cleats, before catching the second line and making the boat secure. A gangplank bridged the gap and people with sun-reddened cheeks and windswept hair scurried off as fast as they could, none of them wanting to hang around and feel pressured into helping unload the equipment.
    She hopped off the wall and made her way the last few feet to the boat. Catching the eye of a well-built man wearing his wet suit pulled down to his waist heading away from the boat, she smiled at him.
    “Hi, is Oz on this boat?”
    “Yeah, but she’s probably gonna be pissed that you turned up here. She’s working and she don’t really like it when you girls show up like this. It’s probably best if you just head off home and call her later.” He put an arm around her shoulders to turn her away from the boat. “She did give you her number didn’t she?”
    Finn’s eyebrows drew into a frown. “Yes, she gave me her number. I know she’s working. That’s why I’m here. I’m a bit early, but I thought—”
    “Hey, Mac, go and get the cart or we’re gonna be here all day.” Finn turned to see Oz at the top of the gangplank starting to pass boxes along to a man on the dock receiving them. She gave a quick wave when she saw them talking. “Hey, Finn, you’re early. Is everything okay?”
    Finn ducked under the man’s arm and headed the last few feet to the boat as he shrugged and headed away from them. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just a bit bored hanging around the hotel waiting, so I thought I’d come over and take a look around. Is that okay?”
    “Sure.” Oz reached for another box stuffed with lead weights, masks, snorkels, BCDs, regulators, and fins, before tossing it across to the man on the dock.
    “Since I’m here, can I help with anything?”
    Oz’s head snapped up. “You want to help?”
    Finn shrugged. “Yeah. Is that not all right?”
    “It’s more than all right. It’s just unusual. This is the end most people try to duck out on.” Another box hit the dock. “When Mac gets here with the cart you can help stack the boxes so that we can get it all back to the dive center to wash it off before we store it all. Is that okay?”
    Finn nodded as she turned to look in the direction Mac had gone. She began straightening the items in some of the boxes so that they would sit better