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unsexy my answer is. My entire life is run by pragmatic choices.
    He chuckles then, a warm one so different than the cruel laugh he’d let out before. “Amy, Amy, you’re going to have to learn that not everything needs to be done because it’s the cheapest or makes the most sense.”
    “I’m happy with my life,” I insist. “Now get off of me and let me go.”
    “No,” he says simply. He reaches underneath my face and wraps a blindfold around my eyes and then pulls me upright. Disoriented and blind, it’s easy for him to drag me to my bedpost. He stands me up against the tall wooden spindle. I feel exposed and ridiculous in my thigh highs, silk blouse, and heels.
    “Dammit, Flint. Stop this right now and untie me.”
    “Nope,” he says far too cheerfully. “It’d defeat the purpose for tying you up in the first place.”
    “And just why did you tie me?” I kick out my legs but I get only air. I don’t have a good sense of where that bastard is.
    “Because you were thinking of running away and then I’d have to chase you and the Minneapolis police tend to frown on tattooed, leather wearing biker dudes chasing down tender young females.”
    “I’m neither tender or young.” I punch out in front of me and end up striking my knuckles against the bedframe.
    “Careful there Amy, you’re going to hurt my property.”
    I snort. “This is my house.”
    “I’m not talking about the bed. I’m referring to you.”
    This earns him another kick and punch which do nothing. Again.
    “I’m serious this time. I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he chides me. “If you’re going to keep flailing around, I’ll have to stop and bind you tighter.”
    The threat is effective. I slump back and think of a new attack.
    “The bindings hurt,” I complain trying to appeal to his chivalrous side.
    He chuckles. I feel the vibration against my back. “No they don’t.”
    “Because you’ve tied so many women before?” The sarcastic words slip out before I can stop them.
    “Because I’m the Death Lords VP, Amy, and before I was VP, I was an enforcer. I’ve bound a lot of people, very few of them women.”
    “You’re no monk though. Just admit it.” I rub my wrists together. But he’s right because the rope he uses is silky not rough and there’s enough slack that I can move comfortably.
    “I haven’t had a woman in three years.”
    “What?” I jerk my head up wishing I wasn’t wearing the damned blindfold so I could look Flint in the eye.
    “Why Is that so hard to believe?”
    Because you’re so gorgeous that I practically have orgasms just looking at you and I know that you are surrounded by women all the time. Every time I’ve ever visited the Death Lords clubhouse there were always women around, some of them quite young. There was nothing like a little violence with a dash of tattoo to make a girl’s panties wet.
    “Because you seem to have a lot of opportunity,” I settle on.
    “That’s it? Everyone has opportunity including you Amy. How many men have you slept with in, say, the past five years?”
    “I’m a woman,” I protest. “And you’re…look at you.”
    “You saying I’m good looking?”
    The amusement in his voice makes me want to bop him over the head but he’s standing behind me and I can’t reach him.
    “Fishing for compliments?” I snap.
    His response is to laugh. “Always from you but to answer your previous question, the girls around the club don’t interest me. I’ve had my eye on someone for a while now and I didn’t want to just dip my dick in some convenient pot because it was there. I’ve got a few standards.”
    That last part came out a bit peeved.
    “Sorry,” I mutter but I can’t believe it. Then again, Flint has no reason to lie to me. The idea that he’s wanted me so much that he’s gone without for three years is sort of mind blowing and I can’t deal with that information right now. Fortunately, I don’t have to.
    He raises my arms up and