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lump or an ‘Oh, my God, not on your life’ one.
    “Oh sorry.” Shoot. “Sir.”
    “Better. So let me ask again, how did you get inside?”
    Ailsa opened her eyes wide and put on her best innocent expression. “I just walked through the door. I thought that was what I was supposed to do. I’m sorry if it wasn’t. I’ll just go then.” She edged toward the door. “Excuse me.”
    “No.” He stood immobile in the doorway, blocking her exit.
    “I beg your pardon?” Even though her heartbeat sped up, Ailsa hoped her demeanor didn’t show her agitation. After all, he had a good foot in height and several stone in weight to his favor. She might be nippy on her feet, but she had to get past him first.
    “You came for a lesson, so a lesson you’ll have. My father would be most disappointed if you missed out. I have to give him what he thinks he wants.”
    His father? What on earth is he talking about?
    “I’m sorry if your father will be sorry, but what’s that got to do with me?” Ailsa asked him. Had she slipped into a time warp? Was her boss playing tricks on her for not handing in her expenses on time? Why the hell had she left the beat? She could be safe behind a riot shield listening to rude chants about her sexuality now, or typing up yet another D and D report instead of wondering how to worm her way out of whatever she’d gotten into. Mind you, it did add credibility to her boss’s belief of nefarious deeds being done.
    Who was this bloke? It would be helpful to know his name. So she could tell her colleagues who the nutter was if she ever got away. Ailsa took a quick mental inventory. Tall, short dark hair, gray eyes, an arse to die for and abs… Whoa, girl, that can’t go into an identikit description.
    “You tell me,” he said cryptically. “Right, let’s move.” He took her arm and swung her through the doorway after him. “So are we going for wax or knife?”
    He was crazy. Surely even a Sir or Dom didn’t pick up random women and ask them that? Then Ailsa remembered he’d said she was late. She didn’t think he meant her as in her Ailsa McLagan, or she hoped he didn’t, else she had slipped into a nightmare. Therefore it must be as she thought and he’d mistaken her for someone else. She’d best go along with it until she could make her getaway.
    “Ohh, er, well, you see.” She giggled. Grief, I sound like a right idiot. “I really don’t know. I mean, should I?”
    He stopped dead and as he was towing Ailsa along in his wake she bumped into him. All hard muscles and sinews, a body that she’d bet would look great in boardies and not much else.
    Down, girl. He’s too much everything for you. You need to get away, not stay.
    “Oh, I so think you should.” He turned and looked at her face, without releasing his grip on her arm. The voice was smooth, but no one could have mistaken the steely note of authority in it. “After all, why waste the evening, and your money? If you’re worried I’m not Jeff, even he’ll say I’m a better teacher in wax and knife play than he is.”
    What? Think here. “Then why was I booked with him?” Hopefully it was a good guess.
    “Because I was busy. Now I’m not. Except with you. You have my whole attention.”
    That was what she was worried about.
    Ailsa studied the guy from under her lashes. “What did you say your name was?” she asked him.
    He flicked her chin then held it in one hand to lift her head up. Her neck cranked back as she was forced to gaze upward at an impossible angle.
    “Well now, pet, all you need to know is between these walls, you call me Sir.”
    The inflexion in his voice, his intense gaze on her, with eyes that seemed to see into her soul, and the slight pressure on her chin made her heartbeat speed up. Go on, admit it, you’re curious. I know but what if I hate it and stuff? Well there’s a get out clause isn’t there? Shout red. That’s what they do in the books. And the Doms try to persuade them