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didn’t strike him as someone who’d be inked.
    Stop staring at her ass.
    Good luck with that.
    His eyes had ceased obeying the commands of his sex-starved mind soon after he’d entered this room.
    Anderson quietly motioned the members of the tour group to leave at the end of the male submissive’s anatomy quiz, but once again, Kristoffer found himself glued in place. Just one more glimpse, and then he’d banish all images of a naked Doctor Jeffrey from his mind. Without removing his gaze from the pale skin on her back, he stepped away from the wall to allow the others in the group to precede him out.
    When she and her male counterpart were instructed once more to turn toward the class, she immediately faced in his direction, perhaps checking to see if he was still there. She surprised him with what appeared to be a silent plea. Was she begging him to stop staring at her? Or to keep his mouth shut about what he’d seen?
    He was fully aware that anything witnessed in a BDSM club or school must remain strictly confidential given the witch-hunt mentality in some communities. He had no intention of outing her. However, she didn’t know him well enough to trust him.
    He nodded ever so slightly, and she relaxed a bit.
    Anderson cleared his throat, bringing Kristoffer’s attention back to the headmaster standing in the doorway waiting for him to leave the classroom. Relieved to put some distance between himself and Doctor Jeffrey, Kristoffer turned and made a delayed retreat. Anderson closed the door behind them.
    Now, Kristoffer needed to regain focus on his reason for being here. Gunnar had sent him on a mission. A professional, he would fully investigate whether to recommend this acquisition to Gunnar and, if so, make the deal happen to the greatest financial advantage for his cousin.
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    Mortified, Pamela watched from the corner of her eye as Kristoffer Larson exited the classroom. The uptight man had been a team member at the Forseti Group meeting last month. He had exuded an aura of negativity and put a damper on her energy levels for hours afterward. All business. No nonsense. She couldn’t help but sense a deep sadness about him she didn’t understand.
    However, he probably was excellent at managing Gunnar’s corporate and personal fortune, because Gunnar didn’t strike her as someone who tolerated ineptitude among the people on his team. No doubt Kristoffer had made his cousin enough money to finance overt and covert operations in both humanitarian and military realms. For that, she was grateful.
    Heidi had been right about two things. Gunnar hadn’t blinked an eye when Pamela asked him to help bring one of her young patients to the States for further reconstructive treatment. In mere weeks, he’d moved heaven and earth, and plans were progressing rapidly to have the fourteen-year-old girl on the return flight from his next mission. She’d be taken to a world-renowned pediatric reconstructive unit in Cincinnati where the next phase of surgeries would commence. Gunnar had assured the hospital they and their staff surgeons would be rewarded financially, she was certain. The man seemed to have an endless supply of money—no doubt thanks to Kristoffer, his chief financial officer.
    His efforts would truly change this girl’s life. The victim of a vicious acid attack on her way to Heidi’s school late last year, Fakhira had never given up on her desire to live and to continue her education, despite being painfully disfigured.
    Heidi also had been right about a more frivolous matter concerning Gunnar. He exuded the dominant vibe from every pore. Judging by her submissive response to the man, no doubt he was just the Top to train an alpha sub like Pamela wanting to learn more about the lifestyle during this temporary break in assignments overseas. Funny how at one time she’d fancied herself interested in being a slave. How wrong she’d been.
    Heidi told her she identified as an alpha