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be thought of. "What's it to be? Continue as civilized and sensible adults?
Eat and then talk business? Or do we screw?" He used the crude word on
purpose, interested to see her stiffen. It gave him hope. For all her kick-ass
attitude, she didn't like that.
    "Oh, believe me, I've
never screwed anyone in any way in my life." She tugged the bottom of her
dress down. "But I could make an exception in the non-sexual sense for
you."
    Callan laughed. He was so going to enjoy their time
together. There was no doubt in his mind they would have a fair few hot and
explosive moments before the hottest and most explosive coming together imaginable.
    And he would have her on her knees, bowing to him as her Master. He simply had to figure out
how to get to that point without losing a few layers of skin, and his balls.
    "Let's eat. No, not each other." He
glanced at her hands, which were still clenched so tightly her knuckles were
white. Time to back off
a bit . "Look, Mason, we seem to have set off at a pace beyond
which either of us was ready for. Let's slow down, eh? Have a meal and then
I'll show you what I want painted." He risked a quick glance toward her to
gauge her reaction. Her expression was as blank as a new, unpainted canvas—or
plastered wall. No help there, then .
    He carried on, as he tried his best to show her what
he meant. "If you agree, we can move on from there. As slowly as we think
we need to. Yes, I want you, and yes, I want you in my own world and ideas. Do
I know if your ideas are the same? No I don't. Do I hope they are? Of course,
but you know we're all a mix of show and tell signs and your show and tells
convince me you're submissive, and would be so to me. But I won't coerce you."
    She looked him in the face. Her eyes were full of
sorrow and tears, and it was like a punch in the gut.
    "Was, not am. I was submissive. My
Master died, so I'm not anymore."
    Her voice was so soft, he wondered if he heard her
properly. The words were like a dagger to his heart. Did she really think it could
be turned on and off like a tap? And how did one he compete with a memory like that?

Chapter
Five
     
    Mason shivered. She couldn’t bear the look of
compassion on Callan's face. The knowledge he saw and understood her
instinctive necessity to submit, and her decision not to, unnerved her. It was
obvious he wouldn't help her make her mind up, and she didn't know whether to
be annoyed or grateful. Deep inside her mind, she heard her husband's voice. Go for it cara , it's time.
    "Food then, and show me."
    He nodded, not giving anything away. Damn him, he could
at least be pleased about it.
    Callan opened the door and ushered her through.
"Nice ass," he said in a conversational tone as she began to make her
way down the stairs.
    Mason glanced back at him. "You should know , you fiddled with it for long enough back then."
    His shout of laughter almost made her stumble. If
she'd dissed Michael like that he wouldn't have laughed, and her spanking wouldn't
have been for pleasure either. But it's
not Michael . Somehow she thought the similarities between the two men would
be zero except for the one word. Master. Did it
matter?
    To her relief, it didn't worry her like she thought
it might. Instead a quick zap of heat filled her, and her thong crept higher
into her butt cheeks. The swell of her clit reminded her, without a thong she'd
have damp thighs.
    "Wait there."
    So he started as he meant to go on? In this, Mason
complied without any worry. She stood to one side and let him open the door. Once
they were in the restaurant, Marco came up to them.
    "Small room?"
    Callan looked at Mason. "Your
decision here."
    She took a deep breath. "Small
room." Callan's pleasure washed over her, and a weight lifted from
her. One she hadn’t even known was there. It still didn't stop her knees
knocking or her heart thudding as she followed Marco to the door, and let
herself be ushered inside.
    Into a room that held no resemblance to the one