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    “Stop evading the question. I can tell by your voice that you think he’s more than okay , and I know exactly what type of guy you’re looking for. So do you think he might be into the lifestyle? Did he give you a hint or something?”
    “Jesus, Maggie, which question do you want answered first? No, he didn’t give any hint that he might be a Dom. But get this, Mags. His good friend, who owns the inn I’m staying at, and his girlfriend are definitely a BDSM couple.”
    “ WHAT! Only you could travel over three and a half thousand miles to a strange country, and end up at some old-fashioned British inn run by a Dom and his sub. So what does your gut tell you? Is Mr. Sexy your next potential Dom?”
    “Maggie, you’re crazy. What do you want me to say? Hi Guy, would you like me to try out your new spanking bench for you? Maybe you could restrain me, too; I would love that, Sir!”
    Maggie laughed as Gina took a bite of toast. Someone cleared their throat behind her, and she choked on her mouthful.
    Swinging around, she saw Guy leaning against the doorframe, smiling, his eyebrows raised. Obviously, he had heard every word she had said.
    Gathering every bit of dignity that she had left, which wasn’t a whole lot, Gina spoke into her cell. “Maggie, I’m going to go now. I’ll call you later, okay?”
    “Oh, fuck me, he’s standing right there, isn’t he? You’ve got your, I’ve just opened my mouth and inserted my foot, voice.”
    “That’s right, Maggie, so, goodbye for now.” She clicked her cell off and placed it on the table.
    Guy walked past her and pulled out the chair opposite hers. “I was going to show you the area around Newmarket this afternoon, but if you’d rather use my spanking bench, that’s absolutely fine with me; I’d be happy to accommodate you.” He leaned over and took a sip from her glass of juice. “Sir is fine, by the way. However, Master is just as acceptable.”
    Gina felt herself blush. Oh, this was just great. The first full day of her British experience and she had managed to make a total fool of herself. There was no chance of him taking her seriously now.
    Her gaze dropped to the table. “I’m sorry,” she replied, despondent. “My friend, Maggie, tends to get carried away sometimes. Obviously, you weren’t meant to hear that.”
    Guy reached over and put a finger under her chin. “Hey,” he said in a soft voice. “No damage done. It was a private conversation, and I should have let you know that I was standing there. I’m sorry, too.”
    Gina glanced up and smiled shyly. “Well, if it’s okay with you, I’d much rather stick with your original plan. Checking out Newmarket sounds a lot safer.”
    Guy laughed. “Okay, we’ll stick with plan A. Come on, get your things and let me show you around your new British home.”
    As she got out of her chair, Guy put his hand over hers, holding her in place. “I would like to talk to you more about what I overheard just now. You’ve definitely intrigued me, Gina.”
    Their eyes met, and Gina’s heart skipped a beat. His hand held hers down firmly, and the serious expression on his face told her in no uncertain terms that he usually got his own way. What’s more, she didn’t appear to mind—him holding her in place, or the fact that he wanted to discuss Dominance and submission with her later.
    She realized that he was waiting for a response, so she nodded her agreement. “Yes…okay then. I…I should probably get my coat now.”
    Guy released her hand, and she scurried away. He watched her go, wondering just how serious she was about the lifestyle. She had complied with his request to talk further without any protest at all, and she had reacted nicely to his stopping her from leaving the table. Her eyes had widened, and her voice had taken on quite a breathless quality.
    Gina trotted back down the stairs, coat and bag in her hands, and found Guy leaning against the bar, chatting