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probably yawn-city to most people. “I can’t tell you about my second
job as an international spy, but I can tell you what I do when I’m not needed for
top-secret missions.”
    She was rewarded with the full, toe-curling grin. “Okay.
Tell me what you’re doing when you’re not chasing down terrorists or defusing
bombs.”
    “I read, watch TV. I like to do crafts.” She could tell him
about her collages, but she bit that back. Did she want to sound any less
exciting? “How about you?”
    “Is it okay if we talk more about you first? I’m interested
in what you read and watch.”
    “Nothing you’d like. Romances. Biographies. Poetry.”
    He shifted lanes, checking the mirrors with a quick flick of
his gaze. “I get why you think I wouldn’t like romances, but why wouldn’t I
like biographies or poetry?”
    “Well, I guess I meant the type of biographies and poetry I
read. Stories about strong women, the kind that came from hard situations and
still managed to do great things with themselves. The poetry is more romantic,
girl stuff. Not Edgar Allan Poe.”
    He gave her an ironic look. “I like strong women, Gen.
My…Lyda has me read to her. I’d be happy to read to you if you like. She says I
have a good voice for it.”
    He did. He had a masculine tenor, infused with inflections
that would make him a good dramatic speaker. Underneath all that was a lazy
touch of Southern. Listening to him talk was like listening to smooth jazz.
    “If you want to call her whatever it is you normally call
her, that’s fine.” At his quizzical glance, she added, “You keep hesitating
over it. I do know about Marguerite and Brendan, the kind of things…people,
they are. Sorry, I’m not really sure what the correct thing is to say. I don’t
want to offend you.”
    “You couldn’t possibly,” he said, with a genuine kindness
that made her feel better. “My Mistress likes me to read…romances to her.”
    At his hesitation, she lifted a brow. “Erotic romances?
Spicy stuff?”
    He chuckled. “Yeah.”
    She thought about Noah reading a steamy sex scene to Lyda.
Would she lounge in the bed with him, her wearing nothing but a filmy negligee
that revealed all that fair skin? Or maybe, given their relationship, she’d
have Noah in a chair across the room, out of touching distance. She’d tell him
he couldn’t lift his eyes from the page and, as he read, she’d put her hand
between her legs, stroke herself…
    Up until today, Gen hadn’t asked many questions about all
this, not wanting to encourage Chloe. Yet though she’d always told herself BDSM
wasn’t her thing in reality, Gen had imagined quite a few scenarios about
Marguerite and Chloe with their respective husbands. It made it way too easy to
get caught up in fascinating visions now of the gorgeous, intimidating woman
and undeniably hot male next to her, both of whom had more than a few
intriguing layers. A Mistress and a submissive. Her mind ping-ponged,
considering them separately, together. As a threesome…
    Leaning forward, she adjusted the air to a cooler setting.
“So, are you sure you’re okay with helping me out with this for no pay? I was
budgeting for a laborer to do the tilework.” In another month, she’d meet that
goal, so she could pay one. If Noah was as good as M implied, she had no
problem with him getting the money.
    He shook his head. “You’re giving me a place to stay. This
is my way of paying for it.”
    “For what tile guys are paid, you could stay in a suite at
the Marriott for a week.”
    “Yeah, but the company wouldn’t be as good.”
    “I’ve never had someone try to charm me into letting them do
my home improvement.” She could accuse him of indulging his masochistic
tendencies with the hard and tedious task, but she wasn’t sure what was
appropriate teasing when it came to BDSM. Plus, she didn’t know if all of it
was about pain. She couldn’t imagine Chloe beating Brendan.
    Noah eased up on the brake, accelerated