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waved toward a
big comfortable looking sofa, before he went to a fridge, took out two bottles
of water and joined her.
    "She
used to say that." Dominic opened his bottle of water and drank deeply.
Nina twisted hers in her hand and waited for him to continue.
    "My wife."
    She
dropped the bottle. It fell onto the carpet and toppled sideways to roll a
little before settling. Luckily the seal stayed secure.
    His
wife? So where is she then?
      "Oh don't worry, I'm not playing without her." Obviously Nic—she'd think of him like that
from now on, Dominic the Dom was a bit of a mouthful—had noticed her jump. Well
he'd be hard pressed not to. Her water had missed his foot by an inch. He
retrieved the bottle and set it on its base.
    If he's a Dom he would notice
things like that, wouldn't he? Nina wondered what she'd got herself into.
    "Lue. My wife. She died three years ago. Cancer. I lost my interest
in BDSM then."
    He
sighed, and Nina leaned toward him to squeeze his arm in silent sympathy. A
hint of fresh citrus and pomegranate cologne teased her senses. Mixed in with
the scent of man it was a powerful aphrodisiac, and Nina reacted to it like one
of Pavlov's dogs. Her clit tingled, and her nipples hardened. She daren't look
down to see if they stood out against her top. It would be mortifying,
especially when he was talking about his late wife.
    "Look,
this isn't a sob story," Nic said. "I'm trying to give you a little
background info. I honestly haven’t had the slightest inclination to do more
than demo since. Even then it's only when necessary. And never ever at wax or
Shibari, which Lue—Luella—and I did most often. They were our scenes. Now all I
can think of is what you and I will do together. Perhaps not
those, not yet, but something."
    "Um." Nina swallowed hard, and found
her voice. "I'm sorry for your loss. And don't worry about scenes, of any
sort. In fact let's just chat about the weather, and then I'll get ready for
the dreaded karaoke. I'm not interested at all. Truly. I only came because I couldn't see a way out of it. And now I'm here with you,
and I'm not with them anyway so it's all immaterial. I could have met them in
town later. Seriously none of it is my thing, believe me."
      "Why not?"
    His tone was once more the listen and obey one that sent
her senses on high alert. She might not be interested in him on one level, but
on another one—the most basic one—his absolute authority hit her like a sledgehammer,
and every fiber of her being wanted to do anything he asked.
    "Don't
tell me you're too tight minded to explore things that might be right for
you?" He looked at her like an insect under a microscope.
    Nina
bit her lip. Her maybe, just maybe, attitude dissolved as fast as snow on a
south facing slope. The look he gave her, as her body tightened, was enough to
make her search her mind for the best way to respond politely and not show her
annoyance. She didn't have red hair and a temper to match for nothing.
      "Why," she said in as even a tone as
she could manage, "do people always think that once you've tried something,
you know, been there, done that and got the t-shirt, and decided it’s not for
you, you're either too wussy, too prissy, or too narrow minded to carry
on?"
    "Because it's usually
true?" Nic said. "Isn't it?"
    "Not at all." Nina stood up and glared down at
him. "That's a pathetic argument for when someone isn't getting their own
way."
    He
chuckled, and the strain lines on his face disappeared to become crinkle lines
of laughter. The transformation made her heart speed up. If she wasn't careful
she'd fall for him hook, line, and sinker, and Nina could only guess at the
complications that could bring.
     

Chapter Four
     
    "It
is, isn't it? Ah well, it was worth a try. Shall we start again, or do you want
me to take you to your friends?" As he spoke the words, Nic hoped like
hell she'd stay. Even if all they did was talk. Somehow he had to explain why
to all intents and purposes