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nobody there interested him anymore. Hell, she’d be shocked if she even knew I belonged to a place like that. I’m sure a sweet woman like her has no idea such places exist, or would have anything to do with a man who belonged to one, even if she did.
    Still, the spanking had been her idea….
    I still don’t know if I locked the closet this morning…and I didn’t get to check when I left.

Chapter Six
     
    Despite the distracting evening ahead, Mona managed to work. And by five o’clock, her ragged nerves had her jumping at any sound. Angie came in with a package and laughed when Mona leaped to her feet. As much as she enjoyed making her friend the receptionist happy, she’d begun to think Mr. Marks would find her curled in a ball under her desk, shaking. Or worse.
    Mona finished up a file and clicked her screen off then leaned back to listen to the pounding feet of her fellow employees heading out for the day. Many of them would be going to Friday happy hour at the bar down the street, but she’d let Angie know she wouldn’t join them tonight. Lurking in her office to avoid explanations, she steeled herself to sit still and wait until the suite cleared. Five minutes…ten…and the last cheerful voices faded to echoing silence.
    She’d heard Mr. Marks come back late in the afternoon, but had kept her attention on her computer screen. If he’d met her eyes, she would have lost the ability to maintain her professional façade. She’d worked through lunch, needing the distraction, and eaten only a small, bag of peanuts fished from the bottom of her purse. The butterflies in her stomach weren’t hungry anyway, not even after flying around all day, battering their wings against her abdominal wall.
    Her phone buzzed and she pressed the intercom button.
    “Yes, sir?”
    “You may come to my office now, Miss Whitman.”
    The butterflies flapped harder, in rhythm with her pounding heart.
    I want this. I want him. She pushed away from her desk and stepped into the darkened hallway. Someone had turned off the lights. My legs are so shaky.
    Gulping air, she put one foot in front of the other, the whoosh of the air conditioner kicking on startling her. I have to get a grip! Fainting may be off-putting. She slapped her hand over her mouth as a nervous giggle bubbled up from her chest. Calm, Mona…keep it cool.
     
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    Randolph Marks paced the length of his office, from sofa to restroom and back again. He’d left his door ajar on his return, to enable him to hear when the last of the chattering employees fled their desks for the weekend. Then waited another five minutes before buzzing Mona. He had no doubt she remained, although he did wonder whether she shared his anticipation of the evening’s events.
    Doubt underlay his emotional grid. He feared his long-time fascination with Mona might be coloring his impressions of her. As a Dom, he took pride in putting the needs of his subs first. Spanking was just s single tool in his arsenal, albeit one he enjoyed. Mona had long struck him as a sub in need of a Dom, and he’d hoped to fill that role for her.
    His professional ethics had prevented him from making the first move—his Dom’s discipline supporting his decision.
    So, the question before the class remained. Where were they going after today? And another…did he risk their business relationship with his rash actions. If he moved too fast, he could be making a huge mistake.
    I don’t think I’d want to come here if I couldn’t see her eyes swim with tears when she’s apologizing or gleam when she’s on her game with a difficult job. I had better just finish with this punishment business, let her say she’s sorry one more time, and agree to forgive her. I’d rather rip off my right arm than lose her, even if it’s not on the terms I wish.
    “Mr. Marks?” She stepped through the doorway, her heels nearly disappearing in the burgundy carpet. He noted with approval her hands clenched at her sides, eyes