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into his arms and swear he’d never frighten her again. Because she was frightened of him, shaken at how he’d investigated and tracked her down. What would she think if he knelt down before her and drew her against him again? Not as he’d done in the elevator, out of control and hungry for her power. No, this time, he just wanted to comfort her.
    The sub doesn’t comfort the Mistress.
    She tipped her head to the side and smiled softly. “What makes you think Mistress L would be interested in taking you on?”
    His hackles rose, pride rearing its ugly head again, but he kept his mouth shut until he could think of something to say that wasn’t offensive. Because I’ll pay whatever exorbitant sum you want? Because I’d take you anywhere you want, buy whatever trinkets you covet, just to have you press me down across my desk again? “I’ve been told I’m a challenge.”
    “You could say that again,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I’m still not convinced you’re submissive, Mr. Morgan.”
    He sat back, deliberately giving her a smoldering, arrogant smile, draping his left arm across the back of the loveseat. “Don’t you think it’s rather ridiculous for such formality while having this conversation?”
    “Are you submissive…Donovan?”
    So she’d done enough research to know what his given name was. He wasn’t prepared for the rush of warmth in his belly, just from hearing his name on her lips. He shifted slightly, fighting to keep the negligent pose. “Yes and no.”
    “Explain.”
    She gave him just a thread of power in her voice, but it was enough to make him dig his fingers into the padded cushion beneath his hand. “I don’t want to be led around on a leash. I don’t want to be a lap dog, Mama’s little baby, or even the whipping boy.”
    Her eyes narrowed, her will concentrating on him again as she’d done in his office. Immediately, his groin stirred, the heat spreading through his body. No miserable ice could freeze him solid when he sparred with her. “Are you saying you’re not into discipline?”
    “I didn’t say that.” His voice was thick and rough to his ears. “Far from it. I want to be conquered.”
    “And you think I’m the Mistress for the job? How could you possibly know anything about me? What I do? What I offer?”
    He fought to remain still, not to reveal his anxiety and desperation. “Like I said…”
    “So your private investigator took a few pictures of me and gave you a list of my clients. He couldn’t possibly tell you what each of those clients has gone through before I agreed to take him on.”
    He couldn’t help the curling lift of his lip, though he tried to make it a smile instead of a sneer. “For the right amount of money…”
    “This isn’t about money, Mr. Morgan.”
    He frowned at being relegated back to formality.
    She pushed her feet down and straightened in her seat, no longer withdrawn and vulnerable. Her eyes snapped with rising irritation and she impatiently grabbed a handful of her hair and began to twist it into a loose braid down the side of her head. “If money was all I wanted, I’d have a hundred clients. A thousand. But I’m very particular in who I take on, Mr. Morgan. Each sub has been through an interview process and answered my questionnaire. We agree on a full contract first with specified dates, times and duration. This isn’t a game to me, or a job. If that’s all you think Mistress L can do for you, then you’re wasting both of our time.”
    “Speaking of a contract—”
    She stood brusquely and slipped on a pair of deck shoes. “This isn’t the time for contract negotiation.”
    “Why not?” He mentally winced at the ringing challenge in his voice, but she seemed to find it amusing, if the glint in her eyes and the curve of her mouth were any indication.
    “Didn’t you want a stained glass lesson?”
    He stood too, more than a little disappointed. He’d liked the direction the conversation had been going.