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ways.” Again he gestured at the door. “Ladies first.”

     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    The next night, Scott arrived at a little past seven.
    A million second thoughts ran through my head as I turned the deadbolt, but they evaporated as soon as the door was open. His eyes were intense as always, and tonight they burned with something I’d never seen before. At least, something I’d never seen directed at me . I’d always hoped he’d someday want me, and tonight, if his eyes were to be believed, he’d have me.
    I stood aside to let him in. When the door was shut and locked, the air was taut with a sense of finality. We were here. Sealed in, confined, committed to venturing onto this untrod ground.
    He shrugged his jacket off and handed it to me. “You haven’t chickened out on me, have you?” His tone was playful, but the slightest crease between his eyebrows suggested he wasn’t just teasing.
    “Of course not.” I glanced over my shoulder as I hung up his jacket. “Why? Have you?”
    “Me?” He snorted. “Please. Besides, I’m here, aren’t I?”
    “You’re here, but we’re both still dressed.” I grinned. “Still plenty of time for you to get cold feet.”
    One eyebrow rose. “Getting mouthy already, are we?”
    “Maybe I am.”
    He came a little closer, invading just enough of my space to make a step back almost unavoidable. “Looks like I’m going to have my work cut out for me.”
    “Then maybe we should get started.” I hoped my grin hid my nerves as I sidestepped him and started toward the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink first?”
    “Sure, thanks.” He followed me into the kitchen.
    “Wine?”
    “Please.”
    As I opened the bottle, he raised an eyebrow.
    “You haven’t had anything else to drink tonight, I hope?” he said.
    “No, I haven’t.” I poured two small glasses of red wine. I handed one to him and added, “Before you ask, no, I’m not doing it to get up the nerve to go through with this.”
    He chuckled, swirling his glass but not taking a drink. Seriousness bordering on sternness lined his face. “A little alcohol is probably okay at this point. It’s usually not recommended to drink at all. Not even a little.” Then his expression relaxed. “But a little bit of wine won’t hurt anything. Especially with as easy as we’re starting out.”
    “So you’re not going to try to get me drunk first?” I sipped my wine.
    “Absolutely not.” He still didn’t drink.
    I gestured at him with my glass. “I have to be honest, I thought you’d be dressed a bit differently.”
    He looked down at his plain white button up shirt and black jeans. “What were you expecting?”
    “I don’t know. Leather and chains, I guess. Something like that.” I caught myself wondering, though, if his slick black leather belt served a dual purpose.
    Scott laughed. “You expected me to be dressed like a Dom?”
    “Basically.”
    “Well, as hot as my ass looks in leather pants,” he said, chuckling, “they’re uncomfortable as hell. I work up enough of a sweat doing this without being shrink-wrapped in leather.”
    A sweaty, leather clad Scott walked through my mind, and I shivered.
    Clearing my throat, I said, “So it’s just an aversion to leather pants?”
    “Oh, not really. They’re not the most comfortable thing in the world, but more than that, I don’t want to look like a Dom.”
    “You don’t?”
    He shook his head. “No. I want you to submit to me , not the image of a Dom.”
    I didn’t know just what to say to that. I did know, however, that the idea of submitting to Scott, in leather or not, made my mouth water.
    He lifted his wine, but stopped it just shy of his lips and set it down again. “So let’s talk rules.” He ran a fingertip up and down the stem of the glass. “Do you have any hard limits? Anything that’s absolutely out of the question for you?”
    “Not that I can think of. I don’t know enough about what we’re doing to know