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then.”
    “Then I’m genuinely sorry I’ve disappointed you. I’ll pay you back the money as soon as I can, and then we can go our separate ways.”
    “Good. Until then, we can both gain something from this experience, because you do not disappoint me in bed.”

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    The next morning, Maddie stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She still looked the same. Had she really expected herself to look any different? Perhaps she had half expected her forehead to be stamped with the word “whore.” She didn’t feel like one, but surely that’s what she was. What else would you call a thief who had given her body away in order to stay out of jail?
    Her hands clenched on the sink, and she turned from the mirror, disgusted with herself. Her cheeks burned hot as she thought of last night until she splashed her face with cold water.
    Keaton had made love to her—she corrected herself—Keaton had fucked her three times. Each time he’d dominated her, and she’d loved every minute of it. It had been a new experience for her, climaxing every time. When she’d had sex with her previous lovers, she’d only managed to reach orgasm on rare occasions. So why was it so easy with Keaton? Perhaps it was because what they were doing together was dangerous and forbidden. Yes, sex was far more exciting when it was illicit. He had so much control over his body he seemed to be able to give her as much time as she needed. Indeed, the more powerful her orgasms, the slower he became until she was lost in peaks of ecstasy.
    To begin with it had all seemed alien to her, but when they’d started talking, she’d gained a better understanding of his needs. Now she genuinely regretted the time in her office, when she’d declined his invitation to dinner. She sighed at what might have been, and then realized that Simone would have still ruined it for her anyway.
    Her hands gripped the towel as she dabbed her face dry. Simone would get her just desserts. A grimace formed on her mouth. Revenge was a dish best served cold. By the time she was finished here, she would be just about ready to seek justice for herself.
    She smoothed her hands down her pale green dress, pulling it into shape, about her womanly curves. Her hair had billowed out into an impossible cloud of blonde curls. Too bad. For the first time in her life, she had quit worrying about her hair. There were more important things to worry about, like breakfast with Keaton Rivers. Just how was she going to face a man who had given her intense pleasure, but who still remained a total stranger to her?
    As Maddie made her way down the wide sweeping staircase, she heard him on the telephone. His deep velvety voice, assertive and controlled, said, “Tell the board that I have contained the incident. The money is being traced and will be re-instated in due course.” He listened and then spoke again. “As far as I’m concerned, the incident is closed.” He chuckled, and then said, “Tell them they have my word—oh, all right, Harry Taylor always was a stickler—no, in that case I’d put the money back myself. Like I said, it’s contained. Case closed. No, she won’t be coming back. Just pack up her possessions and send them here. Very well, Bob.”
    Slipping past his open office door, she heard the phone click dead as she edged into the dining room. All this trouble because of her. If she didn’t come up with the money, would Keaton use his own money to fill the shortfall? And if he did, what would he do with her?
    Just as she sat down at the table, he appeared in the doorway dressed in faded jeans and a light gray T-shirt. His eyes narrowed on her, assessing her appearance. “I shall be out all day. If you need to use the telephone to find out about your house sale, then please go ahead. All phone calls are monitored, so I’ll know exactly what you say.” He studied her. “Remember, until you pay back the money, you belong to me. Only then will you be free to