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hand.
    “ Five swats .” The memory of his voice
made a shiver run up her spine. But the man hadn't groped her or done anything
remotely sexual, despite her nakedness. Her breath eased out, and her muscles
relaxed. Maybe…maybe this would work.
    Toenails
clicked dully across the marble tile floor of the sunroom, and then Butler
trotted over to her, his tail wagging furiously. He put a big head on her knee
and gazed at her in adoration.
    “Good
morning, sweetie.” She sent the dog into ecstasy by scratching his sides. “Did
you sleep with the brute last night?”
    “Actually,
the brute makes him sleep in his dog bed on the floor.” Alex strolled into the
room, holding a cup of coffee, and sat down on the other end of the couch.
    “I—” Good going, Mac . “I'm
sorry. Um. Am I supposed to call you something like
'Master' or something?” Something
totally wussy?
    He
chuckled. “ MacKensie , there will be times I expect
you to be in a submissive role. Certain private parties, at
the club, and occasionally at other times if I have friends over who are in the
lifestyle. Otherwise we will operate on a fairly equal footing.”
    “Fairly
equal?” she asked carefully.
    He had a
dimple in his cheek when he smiled. “From what I've seen, you probably aren't
submissive twenty-four hours of the day, just under certain circumstances. Of
course, that may change as you find out more about yourself.” He drank some
coffee and stretched an arm across the back of the couch, far enough that he
could finger her wavy hair. He didn't touch her exactly, just her hair, and yet
there was something intimate, almost possessive, about his action. “Now, aside
from this being my house, it happens that I'm a dominant; I like my own way. So
we will undoubtedly butt heads now and then.”
    Well,
knowing he really didn't expect her to play kiss up all the time helped,
although the thought of arguing with him made her feel a little weak. Look at
the way he'd taken over the couch, occupying not only his space but hers also.
Just from that alone, she got a pretty clear idea of what he meant when he said dominant.
    She wet
her dry lips and regretted it immediately when his gaze dropped to her mouth.
Somehow she could almost feel his lips on hers. His lips would be firm and— Stay on task, Mac. Appear businesslike and
maybe he'll act the same . She could handle business interactions quite
competently. She cleared her throat. “Ah. When does all this start? You'll need
to give me an idea of what to wear ahead of time and when you expect me to be
available.” And just for sheer contrariness, since he'd said she didn't have to
be under his thumb all the time, she pushed his hand away from her hair.
    He didn't
smile, although she could see laughter in his eyes, and she realized he'd won
this round. If they were having a war, she'd just given him information, since
he now knew his touch made her uncomfortable. “This isn't going to work, you
know,” she blurted out. “I don't like being touched. At all. Everyone will see that and know that we're not together.”
    Moving
slightly closer, he tugged on her hair, then put his
hand on her nape, and his touch felt more intimate than another man's kiss.
Why? The heat from his palm penetrated her skin as his fingers closed just
enough to remind her of his ruthless grip yesterday when he'd held her down and
spanked her. The coffee in her cup rippled as her hand started to shake. She
set the cup on her thigh to hide the telltale sign and looked up to meet his
knowing gaze.
    Not taking
his hand from her neck, he leaned just an inch forward, invading her personal
space. “Whether you enjoy being touched or not isn't what this is about. I
require your submission and your honesty, nothing more.”
    His thumb
rubbed up and down in the hollow under her ear. She hadn't realized how
sensitive that patch of skin could be. Her tiny movement back made his grip
tighten, and she got nowhere. Goose bumps broke out on