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and the words come out before I have a chance to stop them.
    “I’m fine.” Barry says all before nodding once to Hunter and walking away. How freaking rude, right?
    I watch as Barry makes his way to the bar area, then he turns and walks in the opposite direction. He has no idea what he is doing or where he is going. Playful laughter leaves my body and before long I am giggling like a schoolgirl uncontrollably.
    “Where the fuck are your manners?” Hunter startles me by gripping my arm tightly.
    “Ouch.”
    Hunter turns and we swiftly start towards the back of the new bar. We stop momentarily, as six men carry a carved oak bench that is huge! Engraved into the wood is MASTERS & MISTRESSES PALACE.
    “What do you want done with the bar?” Barry asks walking behind the rail of men.
    “I want it set up to the right, and the booths are to be on the opposite wall,” Hunter says, pointing to where he wants everything set up. “Is it going to be ready in time for revealing on Friday?”
    “Sure, boss.” Barry speaks before walking away to direct the other men.
    I turn to see construction workers everywhere; pulling out benches, tiling floors, making the bar, and setting up various hanging stages...it’s a total mess. This place will be the start of a new revolution and everybody knows it. I continue to group together faces I have seen before. It’s amazing how you think you will never see anyone again and bam.... they are staring you in the face, reminding you of things you shouldn’t be thinking about.
    “This way.” Hunter pulls me towards a door at the back of the open area.
    When we approach, Hunter opens the door and gestures for me to enter before him; this is obviously his hide away area. It’s the only area I have seen so far that is totally finished. The room hosts a fresh, clean look. With cream walls, modern furniture and a massive pipe organ built into the wall...it’s everything I didn’t expect. Piles of paper amongst other things are stacked on the large oak finished desk, which tells me this man is somewhat human and not very organised.
    I walk towards the old church organ that has been built into the room and when I reach it, I run one of my hands over the large stacks. It’s fucking spectacular.
    “Do you like it?” Hunter’s breath is at my ear.
    For some reason, my pulse accelerates a little at the sound of his voice.
    “It’s beautiful.” I say, tapping the pipe lightly and listening for the echoing sound that shoots through the tunnel.
    I turn to face my captive Master, who is strikingly handsome.
    Hunter pauses for a moment, almost like he is contemplating his next move. I narrow my eyes to his, trying to find a little hint of something, a secret maybe... or an insight to this mysterious man. He steps closer to me, our bodies almost touching.
    I never take my eyes of his.
    “I want to fuck you on it,” he states, in a rugged domineering voice.
    Whoa...really? This man may be kinkier than I thought....
    Reaching for my hand, he takes it in his and pulls my body flush against his. Steps our bodies backwards, he presses me again the hard pipes and they begin to chime softly from impact.
    “Let your hair down and turn around,” he orders, letting me go.
    I do as he asks.
    As I turn around to face the organ, I reach up and pull the clip from my hair and let my beautiful red locks cascade over my shoulders and down my back. I suck in a breath as Hunter reaches out and fingers several strands before he entwines majority of it around his hand and pulls it gently. I instantly step back against him, so my back is firmly to his front.
    He starts by placing soft, seductive kissing on my bare shoulder, then trailing them up my neck before nuzzling his nose in my hair. My hair always smells amazing so I have nothing to worry about, right? I get paid enough to keep up my stellar appearance.
    “This is going to be fun,” he whispers, seductively.
    My breathing changes and I’m losing my battle