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was it?" Liz pressed for an answer.
    A tide of warmth flooded Abby's cheeks. She pressed her hands to her face as a bubble of laughter escaped her. Did Liz really require a summary? She spent a few moments searching for words.
    "It was amazing," Abby said, finally. "He was amazing. It wasn't as if we did anything unusual. It was more that he was...was...this something... It was...was..."
    "The power exchange." Liz supplied the term, a smile of deep understanding on her face. "You gave, and he took and took and took and took. That is so Seth."
    Of course Liz comprehended. The collar locked around her neck wasn't made of Velcro. It was forged steel.
    "I've never felt anything like it in my life. I was outside of myself. He poured into me, tearing apart all my walls and boundaries with this energy and his power and"--dare she say it?--"his control over me."
    Liz smirked. "I knew it. Power exchange is your thing."
    Was it ever! "I've found the man I've been looking for all my life."
    Liz's smile slipped. "Oh, Abby, don't fall for him. What you're feeling is entirely normal. Within the lifestyle, it's called 'sub frenzy.' Please don't confuse it with love."
    Abby gave a snort. "Of course it's not love. We've only just met." But it would be love. She'd make sure of that. "I'll be fine. Besides, it's seven days before I see Seth again. I've waited this long. I can wait another seven days." She'd already begun marking the days off her calendar.
    "You don't understand what I'm telling you. Seth is a slave trainer. Every girl he trains ends up at his feet, groveling for his collar. He takes none of them. Seth owns no slaves. Don't fall for him."
    "He might not know it at this exact moment, but he'll come to understand. I'm destined for his collar."
    Liz was shaking her head. In a sudden fit of temper, Abby lurched to her feet. What did she know? She didn't know anything about it. She grabbed her purse. "I can see I underestimated our friendship."
    "Don't get attached to him, Abby. You're just another piece of trainable meat to Seth."
    The door slammed shut behind her. She made sure of it.

 

Chapter 6
     
    "I would never have pegged you for a golf fan," said Abby from the floor.
    "No? Why not?"
    Abby puffed a wandering dust bunny away from her mouth. It rolled back beneath the sofa to join its brethren. It appeared a colony of dust bunnies lived and bred beneath her living room sofa and she'd been oblivious to the fact. Not that I could be blamed for my unawareness, she reminded herself. After all, she didn't make a habit of resting on the living room floor for...how long now? For over an hour, that much was certain. And she itched something fierce.
    Seth rocked his feet, urging her to respond.
    The rasp of his sneaker treads across her naked butt chaffed annoyingly. "As a Dominant, I would have figured you for a more manly sport."
    "Manly?"
    "Like football or, since you're from Scotland, maybe cricket or rugby."
    "You are stating that golf isn't manly?"
    What that displeasure in his voice? "It's golf, for God's sake. Manliness and golf don't go hand in hand. The game consists of grown men hitting tiny balls toward small holes before patting themselves on the back and heading to the clubhouse for martinis. And let's not talk about the ugly-ass pants."
    Seth rearranged his feet again, clearly making an effort to be obnoxious. "It was created to chase wolves away from the sheep. Shepherds would hit small rocks across the pasture in order to save the flocks from harm and themselves from starving. It takes skill to hit a target from that sort of distance. It's not fucking 'silly.'"
    Good grief, he's pissed? "I'm sure it does."
    "I'd like to see you do it," he said with a snarl.
    In the face of his ire, she tried for peace. "I couldn't do it. That's a fact."
    "No doubt."
    He didn't sound peaceful, so she tried another tack. "I didn't mean to offend you."
    "Again, no doubt."
    He adjusted himself on the sofa, pulling from Abby a muffled