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he said softly.
    In the silence that followed, Kennedy was dimly aware of the sounds coming from the rooms to either side of them. Sounds of pain and pleasure, of whispers, commands, moans and groans and cries. It was dirty and dark and wrong, but somehow right in a way that made her tingle in her fingers.
    “I wanted to show you I could do it,” she said. “I know you were testing me.”
    “The test hasn’t even begun yet,” he replied, his voice getting darker. “I don’t think you’re ready for this world. My world.”
    She couldn’t meet his eyes. She was looking down, away from him. And then his fingers touched her jaw, turning her face towards him. She locked eyes with him and it was like an explosion of need—as if all those years of deprivation had come crashing in on her all at once.
    This was the man, she suddenly knew, who was supposed to take her—teach her—the man that she could somehow give herself over to completely. Kennedy felt her knees start to buckle, but somehow she held herself up.
    “I’m ready,” she whispered.
    Easton’s fingertips brushed her cheek and then across her lips, and without thinking, she allowed her tongue to taste his skin, and he tasted salty and sweet and she wanted to suck on his fingers, and then suck on anything else he wanted.
    “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Kennedy. You have absolutely no idea.”
    His fingers withdrew, but his face was still perilously close to hers, his mouth almost touching her mouth.
    “I want to find out,” she said. “Tell me what to do.”
    He stared at her a long time. “Fine,” he said, and then moved forward, and she was certain the kiss was finally going to happen. She’d never been so ready for anything in all her life.
    But his lips brushed past her cheek and pressed instead against her ear. His hand grasped the back of her head, pulling her close to his face. His skin was burning hot against hers. “Walk down the hall and enter the very last room on the right. Go inside and undress completely. Completely. I’ll have no variation from my instructions. Face the wall, and keep your backside to the door. Do not turn around for any reason whatsoever.”
    She swallowed drily. “Okay,” she said.
    “Go now. Do not look back at me.” He released her and she immediately began walking, her legs unsteady.
    She was sweaty, wet, and completely unmoored, as if she’d inadvertently crossed over into the realm of dreams and illusion. Normal reality had vanished. Her normal, rational mind had somehow turned off.
    Easton had turned it off, as simply as if he’d unplugged a computer from the wall socket.
    And now, Kennedy found herself entering the room that Easton had told her to go into. It was bigger than she’d envisioned, and it had a large canopied bed with red satin sheets and red blankets, ornately engraved with the infinity symbol.
    Across the bed lay ropes, whips and other items that seemed designed for punishing and titillating the flesh.
    Kennedy closed the door and then slowly began to undress.
    What are you doing? A voice cried. He could be insane—a murderer. A madman. He could hurt you, drug you, rape and kill you if he wanted. Nobody even knows you’re here and he’s likely aware of that fact.
    But she didn’t stop undressing. Her shoes were off, and she was unzipping her tight jeans, and as she let them fall to her ankles, a shiver of pleasurable abandon ran through her.
    She’d literally soaked through her panties entirely, and could smell her desire in the air. Easton would smell it too, and she liked the idea that he would instantly know how ready she was for this.
    What about the job, Kennedy? What about that?
    This was beyond the job. She realized, as she removed her soaking wet panties—
    this experience was the real reason she’d left Cambridge for New York City. She’d wanted to fully experience life, to completely leave behind her safety net, to break out of the cocoon that had slowly