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drop the phone.”
    He laughed. “I understand completely, sweetheart. I like hearing the sounds you make when you enjoy yourself. Now, before you go inside and clean yourself up, I want you to find a pen and paper. Can you do that for me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, Sir.” It wasn’t easy to remember the “Sir” every time he addressed her. She twisted to the little table where she’d lain her book and grabbed up the small notebook and pen she always kept by her side no matter where she went. She liked to journal a lot, and there were always little things here and there that she didn’t want to forget. “I have a pen and paper.”
    “Very good. Prepared—I like that, too. Write this down. 310 Franklin Street. Tonight at 8:00 p.m. sharp. You’ve piqued my interest, and I’d like to spend some more time with you. I also called to speak with you about a job.”
    “A job?” That threw her off track. He’d called her for some other reason than personal? Fresh heat crept up her neck and face.
    “Yes, Gabrielle, a job. But I believe, now, that we need to spend some time together beyond that. Which changes my requirements for tonight.”
    She stilled, her friend’s warnings running through her head.
    “If you want to get to know me on a personal level, and I think you do, you will have to do so on my terms. So tonight, you will come dressed in a skirt with no panties. When you arrive at that address at eight sharp, you will let yourself in. Proceed to the living area at the end of the hall where you’ll lift your skirt and bend over the end of the couch. You will not move or speak until you are instructed. Do you understand these instructions?”
    Gabby sat there open mouthed and speechless. She barely knew this man, and he expected her to walk into a strange house that might or might not be his and bare her bottom for God knew what?
    “Gabrielle, I know we’re barely acquainted, but I like what I’ve seen so far, and I think you’re attracted to me as well. It could very well be worth the exploration, and the small dare I ask you to make. You don’t know me well enough to fully trust me, but what about Angel? Do you trust her?”
    “Of course, I trust her. She’s my best friend.”
    “Then ask her if you should come tonight. However, these are my non-negotiable terms. I hope you will come, but if you do not, then I will wish you well in your search and hope we can become friends.”
    “What about the job you mentioned?”
    “We shall see after tonight. Goodbye, Gabrielle.” The click sounded in her ear, telling her he’d disconnected from the line before she’d had a chance to say another word. Despite that, she sat there stunned and unmoving for several minutes.
    Was he serious? Really serious? She would have to be crazy to put herself in a position like that. Right?
    Gabby eventually put the phone down and attempted to fix her skirt. She still sat exposed with the fresh air and sunshine beating down on her and now she desperately need to talk to Angel. But first, she wanted a shower and a chance to recover from what had happened in her quiet and usually boring garden on an otherwise average Carolina sunny afternoon.
    Twice now, she’d gotten off to a voice that left her shivering in pleasure with a wicked desire to obey him. How had that happened? And should it continue? Angel’s warning from the other day struck her then.
    She was right. I do worry way too much. This was about letting go of the past and becoming who she craved to be.
    Can I do it?

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Gabby turned her car down Franklin Street, and her anxiety soared to an all-new level. She’d gotten dressed per instructions and rushed out the door. A glance at the dashboard clock said ten minutes until her deadline, and she still wondered what the hell she was doing. Every possible scenario she’d imagined led to nothing but more questions.
    What would Thomas do to her if she went through with