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brown eyes, the centers so dark, he could almost see his
own reflection in them.
    A
heat surged up through his arm and, despite his own arousal, he knew the feeling had come from her. The edges of his vision blurred and
images began to filter through. He watched a scene unfolding in Kerri's mind as
a fantasy took her thoughts somewhere she'd never intended them to go.
    "You
just imagined yourself grabbing my shirt and dragging my body top of yours so
you could kiss the smug grin off my face."
    "No!"
She tried to pull her hand back again, and this time, he let her go. Kerri
pressed her palms against her flaming red cheeks, hiding her face from him.
"Please stop."
    Seb
continued, reluctant to embarrass her further but acutely aware of how much she
needed to hear the next part. "You might have made the first move, but you
wanted me to take control. Kerri, you wanted me to dominate you … to hold you
down and make you submit to my will."
    "Bullshit."
    Kerri
fumbled with her handbag as she scrambled to her feet and put some distance
between them. Sebastian welcomed the anger etched into her features. It was far
preferable to the blind fear he'd in her eyes seen only moments earlier.   And even if she never spoke to him again, at
least he'd given her something to think about. Something that
she needed to know.   Something
that might help her find peace, with or without his
help.
    "You're
probably not going to want to hear this, but I'm going to say it anyway. In my
personal and professional opinion, the reason you don't climax when you have
sex with someone is because they let you set the boundaries. But you don't want
that, do you, Miss Robertson? You want to be controlled."
    Her
eyes sparked with anger, and he braced himself, ready for the onslaught.
    "And
in my purely personal opinion, Mr. March, you don’t know what the hell you're
talking about."

Chapter Three
     
    "I'm
such an idiot!"
    Kerri's
groan of frustration echoed through the darkness of her bedroom. She willed her
brain to stop working overtime and punched the pillow as she rolled over to lie on her other side.   Her dinner date with Thomas had been a disaster. And she knew just whom
to blame.
    Ignoring
her better judgment, she'd agreed to go on a date earlier that day with Thomas,
the guy who owned the local coffee shop she visited every morning. His
persistence had worn her defenses down, so she'd caved, weakened by the
stifling loneliness of her life since her split with Ben, and her mounting
sexual frustration over Sebastian. Thomas was nice, hard working, and decent,
but he just wasn't her type, and if she hadn't been so desperate to blot out
the memory of what happened in Seb's office a month earlier, she would never
have agreed to date him.
    In
the weeks since she'd last laid eyes on him, Sebastian March had filled her
thoughts and haunted her nights. She wasn't even angry at him anymore. That emotion
had long ago given way to one of pure frustration, and a niggling sensation
that she was much more of a wimp than she gave herself credit for.   But the idea of surrendering her mind, body,
and soul to him terrified her almost as much as it excited her.   So she'd agreed to go on a date with the
coffee guy. What a great idea that was.
Now, she had even more regrets to add to her ever growing list, and Thomas
would probably never speak to her again.
    When
the conversation between them at dinner had dwindled to no more than a series
of long, awkward silences punctuated by the occasional mindless observation
about the surroundings, the food or the weather, she'd found refuge in her wine
glass. Still eager to please her, despite the fact he must have known he was
getting shot down in flames, Thomas ordered another bottle after they finished
the first.   Halfway through the second
one, Kerri had begun to laugh at anything and everything he said. The confusion
on his face was painful to see and it sobered her up a little, but it was too
late to stop him leaving