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theories. “I don’t think so,” she said. “He’s not like that.”
     
    “You don’t even know him. Graham is the one you know better. Hasn’t he treated you well, hasn’t he given you everything you’ve ever wanted?”
     
    “Yes, but--”
     
    “Maybe the punishment he gave you was the kind of thing he’s used to. Rough play is normal in these kinds of relationships, Savannah. Don’t give up the best thing that has ever happened to you over the ravings of a jealous man.” Elise stood up from the chair, crossed the room to touch Savannah’s shoulder. “Michael is cute but he has nothing to offer you. His jeans are from the GAP and probably his shirt too. Graham can give you Gucci. He can take you to Paris every weekend if you want. That’s worth much more.”
     
    Savannah squeezed her eyes shut, not knowing what to do.
     
    “Marry the man of your dreams,” Elise said, her hand an insistent weight through the sleeve of Savannah’s dress.
     

Chapter 5
     
    Savannah saved the file on her computer and closed down the machine for the day. It was already six in the evening, past time for her to be in her car and on the way home; but her mind was torn in a thousand directions. After her talk with Elise, she wasn’t sure anymore about what she’d experienced with Graham. He was thoughtful and generous. His lovemaking was everything she’d ever wanted, especially after the incident in the library. It was as if he became a new man, a gentler man after that. They still played the way that they both preferred, with ropes and handcuffs and gags, but she never felt threatened by him. It was as if he was going out of his way to make sure she felt safe with him. And it worked. Now, she simply had to reconcile her vision of Graham, her fiancé, with who Michael said he was.
     
    She sighed, blowing a lock of hair out of her face. The office was mostly empty, with only her boss pacing back and forth behind the frosted glass door of her office as she talked on the phone. Savannah grabbed her purse and walked out of the office, out of the building. In the parking deck, she took her keys out of her purse, getting ready to unlock her car when she heard a familiar voice call her name. She turned.
     
    “Graham.”
     
    He walked slowly toward her, wearing an elegant suit, a tuxedo. He smiled at her as if he had a secret, a happy one.
     
    “I didn’t think you’d ever leave that damn office,” he said.
     
    A light breeze whipped up to toss his dark hair, making him look young and happy.
     
    “I had to finish up a few things,” she said. “Fridays can be hectic.”
     
    “No need to apologize. That’s not why I’m here.” He came closer to her, bringing the scent of his spicy cologne and toothpaste on his breath. “I’m here to take you away,” he murmured. His voice was low and seductive.
     
    Suddenly, she became aware that it was just the two of them in the parking lot. Evening had settled around them and most of the cars and the people in the building had already gone home for the day.
     
    “Will you let me take you away?” He traced a line down her shoulder, to the inside of her elbow, down to her wrist. His fingers tangled with hers. She trembled with the beginnings of arousal.
     
    “Yes,” she said helplessly.
     
    His lips came close to hers, breath fanning against her mouth. Then closer. Her lips parted for him and she reached up, kissing him as he was kissing her. Their tongues stroking, moving together in a slick, arousing dance. Graham pulled away from her, watching her face.
     
    “Savannah...”
     
    She was helpless as he touched her face, loosened the buttons on the front of her dress, unwrapping her like a present until her dress gaped open, revealing her sheer black bra and her breasts plumped up in the sudden cleavage. He called her name again, his mouth warm against her skin, kissing her collar bone, the line where the cups of her bra cradled her breasts. He stroked her