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meeting with Benjamin Everett. You can leave upon seeing whatever’s in the room, if you so choose.
     
    She wanted to be sarcastic about the message—say something like, you’re such a kind sort , or similar—but couldn’t. It sent a warm feeling through her that she could neither laugh at, nor deny.
     
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    It took some almighty patience, to get to six-thirty. The time simply didn’t want to come. Not even picturing what could possibly be in that secret, empty office made the minutes fly by, and oh, she did a lot of picturing. Mostly with Walsh as the star, and all kinds of frightening apparatus as his guest.
    She looked up a good deal of bondage and domination sites, and they didn’t paint an easy and comfortable picture. Did people really attach themselves to racks and frames, and wait for someone to prod them with things? Not to mention all the outfits, and hoods, and things to put in people’s mouths!
    He didn’t seem to be that kind of dominant, and she didn’t feel as if she was that kind of submissive—if those terms did, in fact, apply to both of them—but who knew, really? The whole thing was obviously going to end up in the land of minor discomfort and sweating inside latex.
    She was sweating now, and latex wasn’t even involved. She had to go to the bathroom at six-fifteen and clean herself up. If he was going to strip her clothes off and fondle her all over, she wanted to at least smell nice for him. Somehow she imagined him being scrupulously clean and tidy, and, indeed, James often looked that way, so he deserved something as good, in return.
    Which included the underwear she’d started wearing, just for him. Just in case today should be the day. Everything was matching, and everything was cream silk. And though she’d usually think herself too fat for it, or too pale for it, or some other nonsense thought that strayed into her mind even at the best of times…now? Now her mind never went to those places, and not because he’d assured her otherwise.
    Just because. Because all the things she’d never known about herself were now firmly in the awareness column. Because as much as it was him in control, she felt as if something was in her grasp, something powerful.
    Her heart pounded, but never-the-less she strode to that office door.
    Along the way she heard Gregson in his office, just as Ever had said he’d be. The IT guy, Benjamin, coming through loud and clear, too—he had a distinctive, ever so slightly flat voice that always made her think of the slim, corner-less line of his mouth.
    Though she thought of nothing at all, when she finally got to the door. Sanderson’s name still in brass on the door, daring her to open it. She got the overwhelming urge to press her ear to it, just to see if she could hear, first. Hear his breathing, or maybe the breathing of a second person, or the sound of some bizarre torture device that she hadn’t been able to find on ThingsUpMyBum.com.
    But there was nothing. No breathing, no whirring. Goddamn it, maybe there wasn’t even anybody in there! Until she pushed down on the handle and opened the door, and found that there was. Of course there was. It had been him all along.
    James Walsh.
    Even so, it didn’t make knowing what to do any easier. If anything, it made it worse. He’d told her not to speak, but all she had were a million questions bunching together at the end of her tongue. For a start, she wanted to know why he wasn’t turning around. Mainly because there couldn’t be any doubt that it was him.
    He had on the same too-tight blue trousers she’d seen him filling out in the elevator earlier on. No jacket, and her view of his firm, round ass was completely unfettered and delightful. And that hair! That blond, almost too long hair. A person couldn’t mistake James Walsh, from either the front, or the back.
    They could, however, wonder why he had his hands tied behind said back. Yeah, they could probably wonder about that.
    Again,