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that Stavros hated to be kept waiting, but he was already there.  
    "I thought it was too beautiful a night to eat indoors," he said as she stepped out onto the terrace.  
    The night was warm yet breezy and the salt air tickled her nose. The wind tousled Stavros's hair which brushed his chiseled cheek bones and jaw line. His button down shirt draped perfectly over his muscular frame, the raw silk clinging to the muscles in his chest as he moved. As she looked over at Stavros, she wondered again why such a gorgeous man would want her.  
    "What are you thinking about?" He asked her.  
    "There's so much I need to know but..."
    "But what?"
    "But," she sighed, feeling uneasy. "But I'm not sure I want to know the answers."
    "This is about why you're here isn't it? And what I've told you." He took her hand as she nodded and led her to a pair of teak chairs where they sat down. He looked into her eyes. "I don't see fear anymore. Have you learned to trust me?"
    "Yes," she said softly, unable to take her eyes off his and loving the lilt of his Greek accent.  
    "Then you are ready. Trust is the most vital and important thing in our relationship. Without trust we cannot continue. This is an absolute for all relationships." He paused a moment to make sure she understood how important this was. "I will now tell you why I am here, why I need you. I'll also tell you how we will begin.
    "You know of my wealth and my reputation. I'm sure you know I am wealthier than you can ever imagine. And that's just with my own success. When my father Khristos passed, he left everything to me...with certain stipulations." He sounded bitter.  
    "I don't need his money. I could care less about my father's money, but I have my pride. You see, my father never approved of my lifestyle. He felt I wasted my life and my money. It was his opinion that I would die young and have no one to leave my legacy to. I'm sure he wished he had other children besides me."  
    She could hear the pain in his voice when he spoke about his father. Looking into his dark eyes she saw disappointment and sadness. She reached out to touch his hand but he pulled away and stood up to pace as he spoke.  
    "This isn't about the money. This is a matter of pride. In order for me to take his place in the company, I was given requirements and a deadline.  
    "The first requirement I've already told you. I am to put an end to my lifestyle. No more parties, drunkenness or womanizing. He felt my poor image was a deterrent to investors. I resolved all that by moving here."
    "But how do you cope? You said you have a sexual addiction."    
    He smiled, sat back down in front of her and took her hand excitedly.  
    "It's gone. Since we met you're the only one I think of, the only one I want to be with. When you become my slave you will experience pleasures you've never dreamed of. I'm looking forward to training you. It was worth the wait to make sure you're ready."
    "What if I change my mind? What if I want to go home?"
    "Do you want to go home?"
    She shook her head and looked down. "I want to be with you. I know it was you in the emails and chats. I was confused at first but we got to know each other too well. I know you." She looked back up at him, a little confused. "Why didn't you just ask me? Why take me?"
    "If I said I'm the richest man in the world please stay with me, you wouldn't have believed me. Plus it sullies everything. You couldn't just make the decision about me. My lifestyle would keep coming up in your decision. It might've been wrong, but it was the best thing I could do."
    "Yes, you're right." She was quiet again for a moment but couldn't help herself. Just being so close to him was enough to send her head spinning. She could feel the pulsing between her legs begin and she couldn't help but wonder when she could be with him again. "When can we start my training?"
    "Now."
    He stood up and held his hand out to her. Once she took it he lead her back into the house and to her