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different. Oh, sheesh, do I? Don’t I? Ailsa had a mental conversation with herself as she stood in front of the Dom. To agree would help her in more than one way. Both to get out of the castle without having to explain why she was there, and to satisfy her curiosity. If only she knew what his father had to do with it all. Was that someone she needed to check up on? Then she’d need to find out who this man was first.
    “So, pet. What’s it to be? Perhaps you want a little of each?” The hold on her chin tightened just enough to sting.
    Ailsa swallowed. It was so hard to think when her mind was full of him. “I think maybe wax, Sir.” After all, it was something that made her go all gooey inside when she read about it. “Yes, wax, please, Sir.” Why did using the salutation sound so natural? His demeanor certainly helped but so did the knowledge of where she was. Little pinpricks of excitement bombarded her, and she metaphorically held her breath until he let go of her chin and nodded.
    “Very well, pet. You’re overdressed, but we’ll sort that in a second. Assume the position.” He crossed his arms over his chest and continued to stare at her without blinking. “You can do that?”
    It took Ailsa all her concentration not to wriggle. Overdressed? Sort it? Do it?
    “Waiting, pet.”
    Oh Lordy. She’d been so mesmerized by his look she’d forgotten what he’d asked of her. Now come on, remember the books. Ailsa dropped to her knees, not very gracefully. A slight run in with the car fender when her arms were full of groceries had left her with a swollen and bruised knee. She gasped as the tender skin made contact with the wooden floor.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “The car fender and I had a coming together and my knee came off worse.”
    He frowned.
    “First rules, pet. Open and honest. I asked you if you could assume the position. Your response should have been that due to an injury, it wasn’t possible. Then we make our own rules.”
    Oh shoot, messed up already. I should know that. I’ve read enough books where that’s stressed. She decided there was a dumb blonde moment needed.
    “I’m excited, scared, flustered and nervous, Sir,” Ailsa said in a quiet voice. It was true, even if she was overemphasizing everything. Never had so many different emotions vied to be uppermost in her. It was as if each one was on a pogo stick in her stomach and bouncing up and down as if their life depended on it. “I wanted to do as you asked, and I didn’t think.”
    He put his hands under her arms and helped her to stand up. “I’m glad you wanted that, but you have to remember the rest. How can I be sure what we’re doing is safe, sane and consensual if you aren’t honest? That’s the first thing anyone learns. It worries me that you forgot it.”
    She knew the rule. How on earth had she managed to screw up so badly so soon? Ailsa hoped to hell she’d be able to talk her way out of the situation. She didn’t think her boss would be happy if she had to confess how she’d ballsed things up. And as for the rest of the team? The teasing she’d get there wasn’t worth thinking about.
    “I know, Sir, I’m sorry, it was an automatic reaction.” She dipped her head and stared at the floor between them. Not only was it respect—she hoped—it also meant he wasn’t staring into her eyes. He seemed to know exactly what was in her mind.
    “Good in one way, very bad in another. If I were your Master, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after that silliness. How long have you been a sub?”
    It was just the question she’d hoped he wouldn’t ask.

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Aidan looked down at her bowed head. Her blonde curls teased the nape of her neck and covered her ears. Not the sort of woman he’d usually go for, so his father had slipped up there. Once he found out what his father was up to, Aidan had no qualms about nipping any budding relationships before they started. It had been a fair