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trade. Just business.
    Careful of her flogged back, Nora dressed in her skirt and corset and pulled on her red cloak once more. She took her time for reasons she didn’t want to consider. She needed to get this over with so she could get out of town and forget about Kingsley, about the Black Forest, and especially about the Big Brad Wolfe. She’d lay down her little red riding crop for a few weeks and come back to New York more vicious than ever.
    Nora strode down the hall to the black door with red knob. After one quick breath, she turned the knob, stepped inside and felt her jaw hitting the floor.
    When she finally picked it up again, she could only manage one single sentence.
    “My goodness,” Nora said to The Dame, “what a big … crop you have.”
    Brad escorted Nora to the door of the Black Forest.
    “So what are you going to tell Kingsley?” he asked, running a hand up and down Nora’s arm.
    “I’ll tell him the truth. I met The Dame. I talked to The Dame. The Dame promised to stop poaching King’s people if King promises he’ll stop sending spies into Black Forest.”
    “Very good. What if Kingsley asks what The Dame is like?”
    Nora grinned up at Brad, up at the mysterious Damewho no one ever saw but everyone had heard of.
    “Like I said, I’ll tell him the truth. I’ll tell him The Dame is amazing in bed.”
    “You can also tell Kingsley The Dame will send Hunt back to him if Kingsley’s willing to give the poor boy two days off a week.”
    Nora nearly sagged with relief.
    “You’re giving Hunt back? I’m a better lay than I thought I was.”
    “Top five of my life. Definitely.”
    “Thank you, Sir. You’re not so bad yourself.”
    With a final grin thrown over her shoulder, Nora left the club and headed back to the real world, to the streets of Manhattan, the streets she couldn’t wait to leave behind. All the way back to her house in Connecticut, Nora thought of Brad and the brilliant ruse of The Dame–the club-owner no one ever saw but who ruled her dark little world from behind the sheer curtains of Black Forest. She’d somehow earned Brad’s trust, earned a glimpse behind that curtain. And more importantly, had earned her month off, her month in Europe.
    She barely slept that night while trying to decide where she’d go, what she would do with all her time off. The next morning she packed fast, grabbed her passport and decided to book a ticket at the airport. Fate would decide her next move. She’d pick a destination based on the next flight out when she got there.
    At Kingsley’s townhouse, she picked up her last paycheck for four weeks and parked her car in his garage. In the cab, she told the driver to take her to JFK and drop her at any gate she wanted. Nora leaned back inthe seat and closed her eyes. Freedom … she’d earned a month of freedom. No boss to tell her what to do, where to go, what things to do, what people to beat. Exactly what she wanted, right? So why did she feel so uneasy?
    The cab jolted as it hit a bump and Nora opened her eyes.
    “What happened?”
    “Sorry, Miss. Construction. Had to take a detour,” the driver said.
    Nora nodded and looked out the window. To her right she saw none other than the entrance to Black Forest. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as memories of Brad inside her body caused desire to well up inside her hips and stomach.
    The cab started to inch forward and Nora let out a “Stop!”, saying the word before she even knew why.
    The driver slammed on the brakes. Nora grabbed her suitcase and threw a hundred through the window.
    “I’m getting out here. Thanks.”
    Nora half walked, half ran to the door of Black Forest and knocked until her knuckles turned red.
    The door flew open.
    Brad stood staring at her. The stare turned into a smile that turned into a laugh that filled the Black Forest.
    “My … what a big smile you have,” Nora said, trying to rein in her own idiotic grin.
    Brad grabbed her by the arm, pulled her