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game of true confessions, she
figured she could never actually meet him. This was all a fun, safe
way of actually revealing to someone her deepest secrets. She could
never meet him now.
    Kink with a stranger was not all she was
concerned with. It was her appearance. She had a full figure and it
had been a long time since someone told her she was pretty, but she
had never been told she was beautiful. Her ex-husband used to
criticize her weight and her looks.
    Would this man like her for who she was?
    Could he be more than someone just interested
in kink, like the books she had read?
    Those books had all been exciting,
fascinating. There were even people who liked to submit to a
partner enough to be their sexual slave. The slave part of the kink
went a little too far for reality but the way this guy described
them was so sensual that it just seemed to draw her in with every
conversation.
    She had never expected to experience them
herself. Her ex-husband had been beyond unsatisfying when it came
to sex, just…bland.
    Now she was free in so many ways. Free to
experience things she never thought she would before contacting
Chase.
    If she really could go through with it.
    Rachelle? Her name came up on the screen as
he typed it. Are you still there?
    Her fingers trembled and it felt like her
belly swooped as she replied, Yes.
    When do you want to meet tomorrow? Where?
    She swallowed, trying to force some of her
fear down her dry throat.
    Everything he’d been saying made her hot, the
ache between her thighs almost too much to take. What if she
experienced the real thing with him?
    He had told her so much about himself in
these conversations. The internet was so easy to check things out
and verify and she did. She knew where he worked, where he lived.
All kinds of personal things. It made her feel more comfortable to
meet with Mr. Kink even though she was more guarded with revealing
much of her personal information before she actually met him and
got more comfortable.
    She would have to meet him first, in a very
public and brightly lit place, of course. She would have to get to
know him—several meetings first.
    But she couldn’t lie to herself. She wanted
to experience what he could give her. And more.
    She took a deep breath and started
typing.
    Tomorrow afternoon, Chase. The pub on
Superstition Road at 5:30.
     
     
    When she walked into the Irish pub, she had
to blink to get used to the change from the brilliant Arizona
summer sunlight to the dimness of the pub. The cool air inside
battled away the heat on her skin from the over hundred and ten
degrees it was outside.
    Her purse was her lifeline as she clutched
the strap and walked past tables and booths, and glanced around the
room. She saw him across the pub when he raised his hand.
    It was Chase—he did look like his picture on
the dating site and he was just as regular looking as she was. At
least from what she could tell from where she was standing. She
managed to make herself walk and made her way through the tables
without stumbling from sheer nervousness.
    When she reached his booth, Chase stood and
smiled. “Hi, Rachelle.” He gave her a quick hug, like they were
good friends. He smelled good, really good. Masculine and a little
spicy. No cologne, the way she preferred—just all man.
    “Chase.” She smiled in return as they drew
apart. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.
    She breathed a sigh of relief as he slid into
his side of the booth and she sat on hers. Chase looked like he
would probably be one of the last persons on earth she would have
believed was into kink. Except for his eyes—a glint that was wicked
in a mischievously sexual way, a wickedness that she instinctively
knew that right now was just for her.
    Those wicked blue eyes studied her at the
same time her gaze met his. As she studied him in return, she
realized he didn’t look exactly like his picture as she had thought
when she first walked in. She wondered if he’d used a