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rules. You’re to follow my
orders at all times. I’ll give you two safe words. You can use yellow for slow
down and red for stop. If there is something that you don’t think you’re
capable of, tell me. We’ll discuss it. Dom and dickhead are not synonymous with
me. Trust takes time and we’re sort of skipping ahead here so being open with
each other will be crucial. Do you think you can do that?”
    “I can do that, but I haven’t been trained or anything. How
will I know…?”
    “Don’t worry about protocols. I’ve never been big on them.
Just go with your instincts.”
    “And you’re telling me that because you think I’m already
submissive by nature,” she stated.
    “Yes, I do and saying that I’m eager to show you that side
of yourself would be the understatement of the century.”
    The way she bit and worried that full lower lip of hers made
his dick twitch and demand attention. Innocence and intelligence wrapped up in
a beautiful lush package, and a submissive one at that. It was all he could do
to keep his ass in the chair when he really wanted to bend her over the desk
and fuck her right there in his office.
    “I already have your medical history since it’s a
requirement here for nyotaimori. You’re on birth control, correct?”
    She nodded.
    “Good. I can tell you that I’m clean and have recently been
tested, but if you’d like to see for yourself my file is on the desk. I keep a
copy here at the office in case I’m ever injured on the job.”
    “How do I know you’re not some deranged psychopath?” she
asked as she opened his file and began to go over the paperwork.
    “It doesn’t say that in the file does it?” he asked with
mock horror and she answered with a smirk. “Incidentally I’m not a deranged
psychopath . But I wouldn’t want you to do anything that you don’t feel safe
about. Do you have someone you trust that you could leave my information with?”
he asked her.
    Indie nodded. “My roommate, Aimee.”
    He took an index card from one of the desk drawers and wrote
down his name, address and phone numbers. “When you go home to collect your
things, give this to Aimee. Tell her about our arrangement and that you’ll be
calling her the first night to check in. It’ll give you a safety net if you
feel like you need one.”
    She seemed a bit puzzled as she took the card from him. “How
thorough of you and controlling, and strangely considerate.”
    “I’ll take that as a compliment. Now before we finalize our
arrangement, are you able to take off work?”
    “I don’t have anything scheduled for the next few days. I’ll
call my agent and tell her that I won’t be available to take any new
assignments.”
    “Perfect. I’ll expect you at eight in the morning.” He gave
her a wicked grin. “And, Indie, pack light. You won’t be wearing clothing for
much of your stay.”

Chapter Three
     
    Indie double checked the address as she pulled her old
beat-up VW Rabbit onto 55th Street. It was 7:49 a.m. Good. She’d be on time, a
near miracle for her since she’d overslept this morning. When she’d gone home
last night, she’d been so stirred up she couldn’t sleep. She hated to admit it,
but Banner had been right. She needed someone to talk to and who better than
Aimee?
    Aimee, who had worse taste in lovers than she did, thought
Indie had been pulling some sort of prank when she’d told her about the
arrangement she’d made with Chef Faust. Together, they’d gone through many
boxes of tissues and dozens of cupcakes during the five years they’d lived
together. She’d given Indie exactly the push she’d needed last night when
second thoughts had her considering backing out.
    God, she couldn’t believe she was really going to do this.
She was out of her mind. But as Aimee always said, life is too short for
regrets, and Indie had a feeling she’d regret not knowing this man. She
turned her car onto the drive of the address Banner had given her. The