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happened.”
    Anyone would think I am the mistress.
    Her antagonist’s expression was admiring now, and he nodded.
    “Right. Of course. Nothing happened.” His face opened into that beaming, mischievously mind-bending and red-mist-inducing smile again. “I don’t suppose you’d like me to come and scrub your back, would you?”
    “No, I think I’ll manage.”
    Vicki kept her voice even and controlled. It was no use getting stroppy with him, because he was teasing Red now again, not magical, almost otherworldly master Red. And you did not show teasing Red how much he was getting to you.
    “I thought not,” he said quietly, that fugitive emotion flitting across his face again just before he spun on his heel and marched across to the door to let in the impatient individual outside.
    Moving at speed herself, Vicki snatched up her belongings, ran alongside him and slipped out into the passage.
    But there was nobody there anymore, and she was almost disappointed. Mad as it seemed, she’d almost been looking forward to running the gauntlet, with Red to “cover” for her. And with someone else there, she had an excuse to run for the women’s changing room and think her own thoughts.
    She turned to Red, but he smiled and said nothing, lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug that seemed to say, Go, I know you want to. Another time . So she didn’t linger any longer and just dashed off in the direction of sanctuary.
    Safe at last, Vicki had no idea how Red Webster would have explained the bolted door, and she tried to tell herself she didn’t care. For some unknown reason, she knew he really would have been the soul of discretion itself, but that only seemed to confuse her feelings more.
    How am I ever going to face him again? After that? Maybe it’d be better just to keep a polite distance from him, steer clear until his assignment is over and I can forget about him?
    She stripped off in the shower room and studied her ripe pink bottom in the mirror. Why did the thought of never seeing Red Webster again strike her spirit with a sudden gouge of disappointment?
    Dropping his clothes in the corner of the men’s shower room, Red headed for the cubicle, his mind reeling, his senses raw with turmoil.
    Oh, he’d punished women before, and often in far more complex and perverted ways than just a simple spanking, but amazingly, just now, everything had been different. Vicki Renard made what was usual into unusual. How did she do that?

    Impatient with his glasses, he pulled them off and flung them aside, beyond caring whether the lenses cracked or not. He spun the temperature dial to cold as he stepped into the torrent, but even the sudden icy blast didn’t clear his thoughts or dowse his raging hard-on.
    What the hell is so remarkable about her? Why does she affect me so much?
    His feelings were jumbled. His own questions unanswerable. He only knew that in the past, when he’d played with his women friends, the corporal punishment had been a sophisticated and highly pleasurable game. They’d understood the rules just as he understood the rules, and both he and his submissive companions had followed their roles to their mutual satisfaction.
    He would control, and the willing woman would be controlled.
    But with Vicki, it didn’t work that way. There was a quality about her that was outside the rules, so it was hard to apply them. She’d induced the familiar surge of excitement in him, and the intense physical reaction of getting hard, but his normally unshakeable control had thinned to a perilous veneer on the surface. Underneath, he’d been a maelstrom, the very essence of him totally out of control, driven wild by the woman he was touching.
    It had been the most difficult punishment he’d ever given, and yet the most satisfying, despite the fact he’d left without an orgasm. Vicki had been a brand-new experience, despite the accustomed feel of his hand on a woman’s bottom.
    What the hell has happened to me? What