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say, taking a mouthful and realising how hungry I am. ‘Delicious.’ The porridge is laced with cream and warm maple syrup. More like a dessert than a breakfast, but it feels like exactly what I need this morning. Marc’s right – I used up a lot of energy yesterday, one way or another.
    ‘Try the bacon with it,’ says Marc, holding up a crispy strip.
    ‘I’ve never had bacon with porridge before,’ I admit. ‘Does it go?’
    ‘Better than you’d imagine.’ Marc holds the bacon to my lips and I take a little bite. He’s right, of course. It goes perfectly with the rich porridge and maple syrup. I lean closer, taking another bite that snaps near his fingers.
    ‘Careful Miss Rose,’ says Marc with a smile.
    ‘You’re allowed to hurt me, but I can’t hurt you?’ I throw back, playfully.
    ‘I don’t hurt you. I test your limits to heighten your enjoyment.’ Marc’s eyes darken and fix on mine. ‘I’d put you over my knee and spank you at the slightest opportunity. Do you know why?’
    ‘Why?’ I squeak, swallowing bacon.
    ‘Because it would make you come over and over again.’
    ‘How do you know that?’
    ‘ I can see it in your eyes right now. And by the way your neck and chest have flushed, and your voice has gone up a key. But I’ve got more planned for you today than just a spanking. Believe me. I’ve had a length of silk rope ordered especially.’
    Oh. God. My desire is written all over my face, I know it is. Part of me hates the fact Marc can turn me on so easily by talking about spanking and tying me up.
    I have no idea if I’d be turned on by all this dark, subversive sex if I hadn’t met Marc, or whether I like it because of Marc. I guess it doesn’t matter. I love him and loving him has awakened things in me.
    Now that Marc has let go with me, I love him so much that sometimes I can hardly breathe.
    When we’re making love, I feel like we become one person. I trust him completely. Totally. I want to be part of him, always. The fact he takes pleasure from dominating me, and the fact I love him dominating me, well – it just shows how much we’re made for each other.
    There’s a bleeping sound, and I see a flash of white through the grey cotton of Marc’s sweat pant pocket.
    Marc frowns and slides out the phone, glaring at the screen.
    I feel myself frown too, because he looks so serious all of a sud den. A world away from that beautiful, sexy grin he gave me when he came into the room.
    ‘Marc?’
    He doesn’t answer. Instead, his eyes flick back and forth over the screen.
    ‘Is everything okay?’ I ask.
    Marc stands. ‘Finish your breakfast. I have to deal with this. I’ll be back soon.’ He stalks out of the bedroom.
    I stare at the door as it bangs shut, wondering what on earth is going on.

10
    I sit watching the door for a while, puzzling over what Marc’s message could be. But after a few minutes, delicious breakfast smells start teasing my nostrils and hunger prods and pokes at me.
    God, I’m famished. I really am.
    I begin spooning up porridge and crunching on strips of streaky bacon, feeling warm maple syrup and creamy oats roll around my mouth.
    When the porridge is done, I lift the glass cloche from the Eggs Benedict and dig in with a silver knife and fork.
    Wow. The poached eggs and Hollandaise sauce taste so good, and underneath salty, warm ham tops two soft English muffins. I don’t think, when I start eating, that I’ll be able to finish the plate, but I do with ease, mopping up the Hollandaise with a square of bakery fresh muffin.
    I finish up the strawberries and yoghurt too, washing them down with the freshest, cleanest glas s of pink grapefruit juice I’ve ever tasted.
    As usual, Marc knows what I want and need better than I do .
    When I’m finished, I slide the tray away and lie back on the firm mattress. My body feels relaxed and happy and full of food, but pretty soon my mind begins running an obstacle course again. What was Marc’s sudden exit