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    This morning, Gregorio had joined him for coffee and breakfast, and the two had spent most of the day in meetings. But Damien had been distracted by thoughts of the lovely Domme. Damien knew he was a fortunate man. Over the years, he’d interacted with a number of subs, so many that he’d become jaded, enough that he was rarely tempted to scene anymore. Maybe that was why the attraction to Catrina intrigued him.
    At the Den, he’d been aware of her scrutiny as he’d led the demonstration with Susan.
    When Catrina had vanished from the room before the presentation had ended, he’d suspected she’d been turned on by what she’d witnessed. The dampness of her pussy had confirmed his suspicions. She’d been aroused, even though she hadn’t wanted to be.
    Ever since, he’d been tormented by thoughts of her, recalling her scent and her soft, feminine sounds of pleasure and pain. He wanted to hear more, wanted to feel her pussy clenching his cock, wanted to inhale the scent of her hair when the luxurious strands spilled across his chest.
    Damien hadn’t been surprised when she’d ignored his text messages. That she hadn’t told him to fuck off meant she was interested. That she hadn’t replied meant she was conflicted.
    He’d figured she’d show up five to ten minutes late, making it clear she wouldn’t willingly fall at his feet. Fifteen had made him question his tactics. Twenty had made him nervous.
    Now, as she edged toward twenty-five, anxiousness gnawed at his insides. As a rule, he didn’t let relationship issues bother him. Women wanted to play or they didn’t, and either way, he was fine with it.
    Or at least he had been until this dark-haired beauty had ensnared his attention.
    Out of the window, he saw the unmistakable beam of headlights as a car turned into his cul-de-sac. He watched, arms folded, as the vehicle pulled to a stop in front of his home.
    More relieved than he would ever admit, he exhaled before closing the blinds to insure their privacy.
    He opened the front door and leaned against the jamb, comfortable despite the chill that promised snow. With practiced patience, he waited for her even though she took her time turning off the car engine. He wanted her to come to him of her own volition. Nothing else would do.
    She exited the sedan then hesitated for a moment when she saw him. He inclined his head in greeting, though he wasn’t sure she would notice his expression across the distance.
    She turned up the collar on her coat before grabbing her purse and flicking the car door closed. Purposefully, she walked up the path…toward him.
    “I’m glad you came,” he said, stepping aside to allow her to enter.
    “I wasn’t sure I was going to.”
    “Why did you?”
    As she passed him, he caught a whiff of her just-showered scent, something tropical that reminded him of summer. Her hair was piled atop her head, with some sort of stick in it. He was sure the carved, green glossy piece had a fancy name, but damned if he knew what it was. No matter how much time he spent around women, some things they did remained a wonderful, alluring mystery.
    He closed the door behind her.
    “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Curiosity, maybe.”
    “You’ve bruised my ego.”
    She looked at him and seemed to be trying not to smile. “You were imagining I was so overcome by last night’s orgasm that I spent the last eighteen hours fantasizing about you?”
    “A man can hope.”
    “Dreamer.”
    He grinned. “May I take your coat?”
    After interminable seconds, she placed her purse on a nearby table.
    He moved behind her and helped her from the full-length garment then hung it in the closet.
    When he’d imagined her coming to his home, he hadn’t known what to expect. Would she dress as a fierce and fiery Domme? Or would she wear a skirt that invited him to touch her?
    But, as he was starting to learn, this woman was not predictable.
    Damien loved seeing her at the Den with her