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appalled, shocked… bored .
    Just between us, it was a major letdown.
    The whole room was a soft blue. From the thick carpeting to the walls, the ceiling and the oversized pillows—the only furniture in the room—dotting the floor. It was like stepping into the sky. A plush, fabric sky, but still. I walked inside and glanced to my left. On one wall, blue fabric with Velcro straps draped from the ceiling and coiled at the floor. All ready for a little bondage fun. Which in today’s world really didn’t qualify as kinky.
    This kind of thing just wasn’t for me, though. The only place I’d want to be tied down was in the freezer at Cold Stone Creamery, and even then, I’d need my right hand free to hold a spoon.
    â€œWell, it’ll be easy to vacuum,” I said, on a sigh of disappointment.
    â€œYou don’t like it?” he asked, one corner of his mouth quirking.
    â€œOh, um, sure,” I said, not really wanting to offend him or anything. I needed this contract. “It’s just that, well, why pay for this when you can stay home and throw a few pillows on the floor for free?”
    â€œMaybe it’s not about where you are but who you’re with.” His gaze darkened, and my breath caught in my throat.
    I shrugged. “If that were true, you’d be out of business.”
    â€œTouché,” he said, then swept out one hand, indicating the room. “Being here is freedom to some. You leave the world behind, and in this room, along with the others, there is only you and whoever is sharing the room with you.” He looked into my eyes, and I swear I felt my mouth go dry. “Here, there are no distractions. Nothing to come between you and the fantasy.”
    â€œOkay, now, that makes sense,” I said when I thought my voice would work without a squeak. After all, if Devlin Cole was in the room, I was pretty sure no woman alive would be looking at the décor.
    â€œAnd every room has a different theme,” he said, taking hold of my elbow with his long fingers.
    Plenty of strength in that grip, and I could have sworn I felt the heat of his fingertips sizzling straight through the fabric of my jacket. Couldn’t help wondering how much hotter the heat would be skin on skin. Then I scrapped that thought and ordered my hoo-hah to take a nap. It didn’t listen.
    â€œBut not all of the rooms are used every day. I’d only need your company twice a week. Early mornings are best for me.”
    â€œUh-huh,” I said as he showed me a room that boasted a two-seater velvet swing hanging from the ceiling on silver chains. Wow. Okay, this was better. More what I was expecting to see here. Could you really do it while swinging? Who kept balance? The one on top? And how would you stay on top while the swing was moving?
    Who the hell cared?
    He was talking, and I really tried to focus on his words even while a part of my brain was spinning as it tried to tick off rooms, square footage and the hourly rate for cleaning it all. Figuring out the bid for this contract was going to be so much fun. Well, fun for me, since Thea would be doing the actual math parts.
    Still, happy little potential dollar signs were flashing in my mind. Though it really would have been easier to plot and add and multiply if Thea were there.
    Not that she would be. I try to be an understanding, extremely cool mom, but I do draw the line every now and then, and sex clubs are definitely “over the line” places.
    â€œMs. Burke, I checked out your company after we spoke on the phone last week.”
    Crap. Could he find out that I’d recently bounced a couple of checks?
    â€œAnd?”
    â€œYou have good references.” He shrugged those big shoulders. “But you’re a small business. Only a few employees.”
    Even fewer today, I thought, but thankfully didn’t say. Besides, it didn’t matter. The minute I wrangled this contract, I could