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movie? Was that still what vanilla people did on dates?
    He couldn’t even use his shibari skills to impress her. Wouldn’t Anna be elegant with her high, full breasts and tiny waist wrapped in silky , cotton ropes, knots placed just so? His own pattern looping under her buttocks…. He’d rarely met a woman so inspiring. Why did she have to be an innocent?
    Why did he want to make a life with one? With her ?
    Maybe her absence was for the best, a sign. He should stick with what worked for him and not stray so far outside his comfort zone. If one of the cute subbies didn’t suit him, there would be more along all the time. But would Anna make a good wife for a lawyer and Dom? Even if he gave up the club life or any specific practice of BDSM, his personality would persevere.
    She had captured his attention her first day in the office, when he’d strolled in to find her sitting behind the desk, staring at the ringing phone with wide eyes. The fluorescent lighting couldn’t dim the shine on her dark curls, the pink in her cheeks He’d made a joke…something silly like “it won’t bite,” and she’d laughed and relaxed. Since then, he always took a moment to chat her up, doing his best to earn one of her smiles.
    Lost in remembrance, Edward slammed his shin into a small , white sedan parked in the spot next to his car. Pain raced up his leg, and he stumbled back. Damnit. Glancing around to see if anyone witnessed his stupidity, he caught sight of a tumble of black curls scattered over the steering wheel of the little vehicle he’d hit.
    Anna! He panicked. Was she unconscious? Sick? He rattled the door, calling her name, and she lifted her head and pushed her hair back. Her lips moved, but with the windows up, he couldn’t hear the words. Edward pointed to the glass and his ear, and she nodded.
    When the window rolled down, he reached inside and opened the door then ushered her out. He looked her over for damage—blood or a bruise that could account for her pale cheeks and drooping eyelids. He ran his hands gently over her while she leaned against the bumper, clothing rumpled, one shoe missing. Her waist was so tiny, the flare of her hips sensual and beckoning. By force of will he kept from touching her full breasts.
    Finally, as he ran out of things he could check for injury without being accused of sexual harassment, she blinked and jerked back. “Mr. Masters, what are you doing?”
    An excellent question. “Are you okay? I saw you slumped over the wheel and feared the worst.”
    Cheeks reddened, she focused on the concrete. “I’m fine, thank you.” Anna reached for the door handle. “I have to go. Thank you for your concern.”
    Edward grabbed her hands and pulled her to face him again. “Wait, just a minute. Why were you asleep in the car?”
    “Please don’t make me say. It’s embarrassing.” She lifted her face, and tears swam in her dark eyes, moisture clinging to the long lashes.
    He was puzzled until he leaned in and smelled wine. He would have noticed it sooner, had he not thought she’d had some kind of accident. “Anna, have you been drinking?”
    Nodding, she tugged at his grip, but he held firm. “Please let me go. I told my supervisor I was sick . When I got to the car and realized I shouldn’t drive, I took a little nap. But I’m fine now, and I want to go home.” Her voice broke, and he took pity and released her.
    “It was wise of you not to drive, but are you quite sober?”
    “Yes, I wasn’t that drunk to start with, just a little too much wine with lunch, but I think Mona got in big trouble. I think…I think….”
    Understanding dawned. “What do you think?”
    She whispered. “I think Mr. Marks might have hit her.”
    Tension whooshed out of him. Then reknotted his shoulders. Anna had stumbled upon a situation she was ill-equipped to understand. “Are you afraid Randolph is abusive to Mona?”
    She nodded, biting her lip.
    “Has she ever said anything to indicate she