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take a peek, but the chance of getting caught was too great. Certainly her boss would not be pleased if he discovered her spying on a session.
    Hours passed as Eve went about her morning routine. Answering calls and sorting through e-mails as well as what was delivered by the mailman. Every time Eve moved, the lace of her bra rubbed across her nipples until they’d gone beyond sensitive to wildly aroused. Constant images of Chase and Murphy surrounding her flooded her mind. Simply every move, every thought kept her continuously on edge until she thought she’d go mad.
    She’d glance at the clock and squirm endlessly in her chair, the wait excruciating. She’d expected Chase to give her a hard time this morning, to try and talk her out of the job. Them ignoring her had never crossed her mind. It served as a stark reminder that this was simply a job. Not a date. Not a love affair. A job that she’d signed a contract to do.
    Still, her panties stayed wet and her budded tips brushing against fabric made it difficult for her not to moan. Not exactly the kind of professional behavior they probably expected. Sweat dotted her forehead as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
    Fuck.
    If it wasn’t her nipples, it was her clit. Eve inhaled a slow, steady breath and sat completely still. If she could slow her pulse, she could certainly get things back under control. This kind of wanton behavior was not her. She picked up the bottle of water on her desk and with shaky hands brought it to her lips. Cool water splashed down her throat. She wished she could dump it over her head. Maybe then she’d stop thinking about being touched. Or imagining what Chase looked like underneath his clothing.
    Not once in all of her spying had he so much as removed a shirt. Didn’t stop her from noticing the way the muscles moved and bunched the cloth as he worked, though. God, what the hell was wrong with her?
    Eve gave up trying to slow her breathing and gulped for much-needed air instead. Perspiration trailed down her spine and into the edge of her skirt. If they didn’t say something soon, she’d have to go to the restroom and get herself off. Whatever it took to take the edge off. Why wait? So far nothing had happened and she owed them nothing. Chase and his fucking computer could take a flying leap for keeping her at bay like this. Making her wonder what he planned to do.
    She smoothed down the edge of her skirt and straightened her spine. Five minutes in the bathroom was all she needed. Maybe less. Screw Chase and the horse he rode in on. She didn’t need this bullshit. She fucking needed relief. A few seconds later, only three feet lay between her and relief as she headed for the restroom.
    “Come into the studio,” Chase commanded from the doorway closest to her.
    Her heart lurched in her chest, a gasp falling from her mouth. “Jesus, Chase, you scared the hell out of me.”
    He quirked his brows in her direction before turning away to stride back into the studio he’d mysteriously come from. Hours and hours she’d waited, and she’d never noticed he came out of his office and went into the studio. What else didn’t she notice?
    She needed to wash her face and freshen up. The way she’d been stressing the last hour had to show in her appearance by now. With a last wistful glance at the bathroom, she hurried through the door to the studio. Some trouble just wasn’t worth it, and if they wanted to talk to her about the modeling job, she’d best not keep them waiting. Besides, she got the distinct impression that Chase expected to be obeyed.
    Feeling hot and surly, she barely refrained from sticking her tongue out at his back. Her nerves from the morning had finally quieted down, and her interest in all of this had waned. She spotted Murphy splayed out on the velvet couch in the corner with various props spread on the seat next to him. Coils of black rope, a red flogger, and a short brown leather riding crop.
    Instantly her panties