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stepped into her small foyer.
    “My
God. You’re so pompous.” She slammed the door shut and stomped up the stairs.
    Alistair
had no idea why getting under her skin was so much fun, but he couldn’t stop
himself. “You can run, but you can’t hide,” he called out, running up the
stairs after her.
    “Go
back downstairs and wait!” She yelled from the bedroom on his right.
    “I’m
sorry. I didn’t catch that.” Alistair strode in and plopped down on her
queen-sized, unmade bed. Two towels lay in a pile on the floor at his feet, a
pink bra dangled from her doorknob, and a tall stack of haphazardly folded
clothes teetered on a chair beside her chest of drawers. “You’re a slob. Maybe
I don’t want you at my house.”
    “Great,”
she said, slamming a dresser drawer. “Then you can leave.”
    He
laughed and grabbed the armful of clothes from her. “Got a suitcase for these?”
    She
flung open her closet and tugged a carry-on sized one out.
    “You’ll
need something bigger than that. I’m not a quick learner. You’ll be training me
for months probably.”
    Bethany
hoisted the suitcase up on the bed and opened it. “You’ll learn fast or get
punished. Trust me, you won’t want me around more than a week.”
    He
grabbed her braid and tugged. “I thought I’d get pleasure from your punishment,
Ms. Black. Isn’t that the point?”
    She
threw her clothes in the suitcase and turned to him with her hand on her hip.
“Keep it up, and all you’ll be getting is the paddle, not the penis love.”
    “Penis
love?” He almost choked, then couldn’t stop laughing. “I’ve never heard that
term before.”
    Her
icy exterior broke, and she let out a deep, rippling tide of laughter. “I might
have just made it up.”
    “Penis
love,” he said again, sitting on the side of her bed. “Not your best effort, I
hope.”
    “No.
A very poor attempt at threatening you.” She laughed and ran her hand over the
clothes in her bag.
    “Penis
love. If that’s a real thing, sign me up. You can show me how that’s done any
day.” He stood and pulled her to him, holding her loosely in his arms. “I like hearing
you laugh. This doesn’t have to suck for you. I hope it won’t.”
    She
held his eyes. She was smiling but didn’t say anything. He would’ve given a
million bucks to know what she was thinking.
    He
let her go. “Can I help with anything?”
    She
knelt and tugged an enormous black duffle bag out from under her bed. “You can
carry this for me.”
    He
grabbed the handles and lifted what had to be a hundred pounds. “What the hell
do you have in here?”
    Bethany
quirked an eyebrow and smirked. “You’ll see, Mr. Ingram. You’ll see.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    The
Darkness Inside
     
    Bethany
could sense Alistair’s hesitation standing there with his hand wrapped around
the handles of her black toy bag. “Well?” she said, “are you going to carry it
out to the S.U.V. for me or not?”
    Not
able to resist teasing him, she ran her finger down the side of his face.
“You’re not afraid of what I might have in there are you? What I might do to
you with the goodies in my bag, Mr. Ingram?”
    His
eyebrow shot up. Bethany inhaled slow and deep at the intense look in
Alistair’s eyes. He licked his lips. “I’m not afraid of you.” The deep, raspy
timbre of his voice made her body arch toward him. “I can take whatever you
give me,” he said, wrapping her braid around his hand. “Can you take what I
give you? That’s the real question.”
    He
tugged her hair, making Bethany lift her chin. His eyes ran down her neck. She
could watch those fire-lit eyes trace her body all day long. She could
practically feel their path across her skin. “What do you have to give me?” she
asked.
    “Like
I said, that is the question.” He met her eyes and studied her, tilted his
head. “This will be something new for both of us.”
    Bethany
patted her bag, not breaking their eye contact. “This isn’t new for