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shimmering brown eyes. He
hadn’t expected to be let off the hook quite that easily. He mentally reviewed
what she’d said. She’d pretty much covered all the important bases. But he
couldn’t help but feel… Ahhh, hell, what was he thinking? This was Heather.
True, his brat could be manipulative, but he doubted she was being anything but
honest in this situation. No other female knew his hang-ups better than she
did.
    He cupped her cheeks with his hands for a quick kiss.
    “Okay, then it’s off to the kitchen, before those wilt in
your arms.” He turned her gently, placed his hand on her back and felt the
slight stiffness as he guided her to the other room.
    He grinned, safe in the knowledge she couldn’t see it. He’d
give her an E for effort. She was independent, strong-willed. Not used
to deferring to anyone. It didn’t matter what she fantasized about. It was the
light playful tone of her writing that gave him pause. The main reason he’d
deliberated so long before calling her.
    No, you couldn’t teach a woman all about domination and
discipline in a single night. But a single night was all a man with his
experience in mastering women would need to determine whether Heather was cut
out for the kind of lifestyle he indulged in. To conclude if she was serious or
merely operating under a misguided belief it was all a highly sensual game
played out between two adventuresome lovers.
    He needed to make damn sure she knew exactly what she was
getting into, because it wasn’t a game for Pierce even though he wasn’t a 24/7
Dominant. But during the time he spent with subs, or potential subs, he expected
them to place their pleasure and trust completely into his skilled hands.
    Another thing he took seriously was taking care of the woman
who belonged to him. No matter how temporary. A character trait that was built
into a good Dom’s nature.
    Halfway into the kitchen, he stopped her with a gentle hand
on her shoulder.
    “Where do you keep the vase?” he asked at her inquiring
look. There was no doubt she’d have one. A woman as beautiful and caring as her
would have received her fair share of flowers.
    She pointed. “In that cabinet. Top shelf. The stool— Never
mind,” she finished with a twitch of her lips when he walked over, reached up
and withdrew it.
    “Scissors?” he asked, moving to the sink.
    “The drawer to your right. But I can do it.”
    He looked at her over his shoulder as he filled the vase. “I
know you can, but it pleases me to do it for you. It’s only fair I reciprocate.
Especially since you’ll be doing so very much for me.”
    She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
    An adorable habit. And a very telling sign. He’d rarely seen
Heather this unsure. She usually plowed through life with the ferocity of a
category F5 tornado. He kinda liked that he had this effect on her. It wasn’t a
side of her personality she was prone to revealing. Raised by three don’t-fuck-with-us-or-ours
jocks, she needed to be tough.
    “I’ll take those now.”
    She freed the flowers from the thick red ribbon binding
them, set it aside and handed them over.
    Giving each stem a slanted cut, Pierce placed them into the
water. He didn’t bother turning around to say, “Raise your dress above your
waist, sweetheart.”
     
    Heather stared at Pierce’s broad back, the breath in her
lungs stalled. No one had to hit her over the head with a club for her to
realize this was a test. Inevitably, one of many.
    She’d wanted Pierce since her budding hormones had
blossomed. He’d treated her with the deference one reserved for a kid sister.
Totally oblivious to the fact she was becoming a woman. Not even when she’d
started wearing the shortest skirts and tightest tops she could find in an
effort to snag his attention. Granted there’d been a few roadblocks, longtime
family friendships and the seven-year spread in their ages. But the gap in
those years had narrowed as she’d grown older. Funny how that