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will call you kitten. Do you understand?"
    The
oil in the Aga burbled, and somewhere nearby he could hear the steady tick of a
clock, but that was all. Not even their breathing registered with him.
    I'll
count to one hundred, and then accept defeat. He got to twenty-seven.
    "Sir?" Her voice was clear, but he was
experienced enough to notice the faint tremors that shook her, and know they
were a mixture of trepidation and anticipation.
    He
counted to five. "Yes, kitten? Do you think you'd like to come and kneel
next to me? If I sit down again?"
    She
bit her lip and tilted her head to one side. Her eyes were clear and bright,
and shot with sparks of anticipation. "Yes, Sir." She walked slowly, but deliberately toward him and showed no apprehension as
she did so. Claudio glanced around and threw a cushion on the floor. "Save
the Wilton."
    She
sniggered, sank gracefully onto the soft furnishing, and tucked her long legs
to one side. Her feet were bare, something Claudio was pleased about, and her
nails were painted a sparkly, shocking pink. A silver plaited ring curled
around the big toe on her right foot, and she wore a similarly patterned chain
on her left ankle.
    The
color of the cushion—tomato—clashed beautifully with the shade of her hair. Commonly known as carrot. All in all, Claudio accepted he
was enchanted. And rock hard, uncomfortable, and no
doubt creating a zipper mark along his cock.
    "So,
kitten, shall we play?"
    "Now?" Her voice rose as he took hold
of her chin and held it tight enough to pinch, and forced her to look him in
the eyes. "Here?"
    "Why not?" He ran the index finger of his
spare hand over her lips. "Suck."
    She
drew his digit into her mouth and did as he bade. The expression on her face
invited praise.
    "Good
girl. You want to learn, I want to show you. Regretfully, as much as I'd like
to share a little taster, I won't. You need to think hard. Read this list,
answer it honestly, and then we'll see if we continue." Claudio pulled a
thin wad of papers out of his pocket and passed it to Seonagh. "I've
tentatively booked the club for Wednesday next week, but I'll push that date
back. We need to meet up before we go there, preferably more than once. Dinner tomorrow?"
    She
shook her head and his heart sank. "Thanks but no thanks so soon? A Dear
Jonny do you say?" As soon as he spoke, even though it sounded like she
was giving him a shove out the door, a memory made him smile. When he was
growing up, a Jonny was another name for a condom. Why had he said that?
    "Nothing
of the sort," Seonagh said indignantly. "We say a Dear John letter
and this isn't one. Late night opening. I won't shut
until eight and then I have to tidy up. We're short staffed. My assistant
manager's son has chicken pox so we're one down. But I'll rustle up something
if you want. At home not here."
    The
unexpected lump he'd got in his throat lessened. "I'll bring something. Any preferences?"
    "Lovely,
that would mean no cooking for me. Er, not tripe please. I live in Treedwell. Mill Cottage." She named a village a few miles nearer
his home.
    He
nodded, stood and pulled her toward him. "Around
nine?"
    "Great."
She stood on tiptoe, licked her lips in a gesture of nervousness he was
beginning to recognize and kissed his cheek.
    It
enchanted him, and made him ache. There and then he decided to cancel the visit
to Dommissimma indefinitely. He wanted his kitten to himself for a while first.
    After
a smile that would melt the strongest misogynist's heart she spoke again.
    "Thank
you, Sir."
    I'm
a goner.

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Twenty-four
hours. God knows how many minutes—Seonagh couldn't begin to do the maths—to sit
and worry about the bloody list of what would she, wouldn't she, or might she,
accept. In fact she didn't have time to sit, full stop, but she still found the
odd minute or three to think about it and fret.
    When
she'd opened her café and bookshop she knew it would be hard work. Not least,
she'd reasoned, to get it running and