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really dance and
he is the center of attention on the floor. I actually find myself having a
good time and think of Katie. I take Paul’s picture and text it to her. Almost
immediately, my phone buzzes.
    Tell me it’s a date. He’s adorable.
    No, a work thing. My boss is in a meeting so he and I are
dancing.
    Jayni, lighten up. Have some fun while you’re away.
    Ha. If she only knew. I have been.
    Girl, you’re in a different city with a cute guy. Make the
most of it. And I want details.
    I stop texting her. Paul dances over to me and we head to
the bar for drinks. It is too loud to talk really but he smiles at me.
    “Sorry I was lame earlier,” he yells.
    “It’s fine. This is fun,” I yell back.
    “Yeah, but it is really loud.”
    He finishes his drink and asks if I want to leave. I nod,
leaving most of my drink unfinished. We walk along the street and take in the
city lights.
    “Have you ever been to London?”
    “No,” I say. “I never go anywhere.”
    “You can come visit sometime.”
    “See those polo horses in action?”
    “Okay, you win. The polo horses are ridiculous. But I was
at dinner with a pretty girl and she looked bored to death. I didn’t know what to
say to her. And I thought she was being paid to talk to me!”
    I don’t tell him that technically I was. “So what do you
actually like?” I ask.
    “Dancing. One of my friends is a DJ. She is pretty
successful at home.”
    “Friends?” There is something in the way his voice changes
as he talks about her.
    “An ex. I’ve been trying to fix things, but you know...”
    “I understand,” I tell them although I really don’t. I have
never had a relationship that I cared about enough to notice much when it
ended.
    “What about you? Anyone special?”
    “It’s complicated.”
    “Isn’t it always?”
    We get back to the area by the hotels and he walks me to
mine. “Thanks again for tonight Jayni. And sorry about-”
    “It’s fine.” I kiss him on the cheek before heading inside.
He turned out alright after all.

5.
    Mike is sitting up in bed reading something for work when I
come in.
    “How was it?”
    “Nice. We went dancing and then took a walk.”
    “That’s all?” He raises an eyebrow.
    “That’s all.” I don’t tell him that Paul was under the
impression that I was an escort. I know it will bother him. I crawl onto the
bed next to him. “What about you? Exciting night?”
    “Possible contract,” he says, holding out the paper he is
reading.
    “Should I leave you to it?” I ask.
    “Well I have a good deal of work to do and it is already
after midnight. I mean, unless you had something in mind.”
    At first, I feel sad until I realize he is teasing me. “I
could probably think of something,” I suggest.
    He puts the contract away and gets up. “Okay. I will be
right back. You gave me an idea last night.”
    I take off my dress and shoes and lie on the bed in my bra
and panties. He comes back a minute later, but does not take his shirt or pants
off. He is carrying the same ice bucket I used last night. This time, though,
it is my hands that are bound; he uses his ties to bind my arms to the
headboard. He unbuckles my bra and pulls down my panties. Then, before I know
what he is planning, he unbuttons his shirt and uses it as a blindfold.
    “I thought you had no weird habits,” I say.
    “I can stop if you would like.”
    “Hell no.”
    He chuckles. He starts at my toes, sucking my toes, which
is sexier than I would have thought. The nerves in my legs are on fire before
he even gets close to my stomach. He kisses along my stomach and chest, but
quickly moves back to my thighs. His hands rub my thighs and then suddenly,
after a brief pause, the sensation along my clit tears through me. He is
running an ice cube around my clit and down the lips of my vagina. The cold and
wet feeling thrills me and I come before he can do anything else.
    “Oh God, yes. More.”
    He does it again and again, the ice cubes melting