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very much. No giving me your self-pity shit or I will be on the next flight out of here just to come spank you. 
    Via,
    Oh, and now we are getting physical. I never figured you would be into the whole Dominant-submissive thing…
    My eyes widened once I read her last message. Of course, I was not Dominant material— anymore— and she beyond doubt was not the submissive type. Before I responded, another message popped through.
    Via,
    How dare you try turning me on when we are so many miles apart! Oh, by the way, your driver does not do too great of a job keeping himself hidden from view. I appreciate your wanting me safe, but next time, please warn a girl so she doesn’t assume she is going to end up on this ID channel that you spoke of!
    I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of her words. Oh, how much I wanted to make this woman mine. However, she was right. I should not be turning her on seeing as we had quite a bit of distance between us.
    Ryan,
    As much as I hate to, I need to prepare for my trial that will take place within the next week or two. It is difficult for me to work when I am being distracted. ;)
    I put my phone on silent and stowed it away before I got caught in her reply.
    Charlie held the door open for me again once we arrived home. Climbing out of the car, I strolled in through the front door. Even though she had never been here, the place was empty without the company of Via.
    I took the briefcase Charlie held out for me and raced to my office. Opening the door and flicking on the lights, I strolled over to my desk. I plopped on my chair, spinning around a couple of times—something I have done ever since I could remember. As I pulled my laptop out of its case and opened it, a piece of paper folded in half was laying on the keyboard. I picked it up and opened it, curious as to what it may be. A grin began to stretch across my cheeks as I read.
    My Dearest Ryan,
    By the time you read this, I will be in my toasty-warm bed back in Aspen. Thinking about you, of course!
    I am fully aware of the fact that I have thanked you a million times for taking me out, but I had the need to express it in a letter.
    I am not much of a writer, so bear with me here!
    Oh, gracious kind sir! I would like to thank thee for escorting this fair woman to a banquet even though she got a wee-bit tipsy… (Ha! Ha! I tried to warn you I am no good with the letter-writing thing.)
    Alright! You caught me… I didn’t write this just to send you this lame thank you.
    I did this because I am watching you sleep and can’t keep a smile off my face. You just look so peaceful when you sleep—not like your crabby, lawyer-self!
    I am not sure when we will be with each other again, but I can’t wait until we are! You fascinate me, Mister Rayner, which is something that hardly ever happens to me. You should feel honored!
    Oh! Before I forget, I have a surprise for you! I’m not going to ruin it by telling you either. You will be receiving it in 4,3,2,1…
    Once my eyes skimmed over the last number, a light tapping on my door pulled my eyes away from the letter.
    It couldn’t be her, could it?
    Charlie opened the door.
    He held a weird expression on his face. “A Mister Mike Hunt is here to see you, sir.”
    Mike Hunt? I was not familiar with anybody by the name of Mike Hunt. He must have known me, or Charlie would have never let him inside. I looked over the railing to witness a bodybuilding man standing in a white sailor suit carrying a large, leather bag.
    I didn’t remember setting up any appointments to meet with a captain. The strange man opened his bag, pulling out a medium-sized boom box.
    He peered up at me with a huge grin on his face. “Somebody told me that you needed a few lessons in hoisting the sail.”
    “I beg your pardon?” I blinked a million times, trying to understand what he was saying.
    Instead of answering me, he turned on his stereo. As Baby Got Back by Sir-Mix-A-Lot blared through the speakers, he