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about your behavior. And I don't know
you well enough to assure myself it won't happen again.”
    Oh no. The
iron in her spine started to fold. All her worst fears…but
why had he said persuaded? “So
you suggest what?”
    “An
exchange of sorts. I would let you stay here, and unless you prove
to be untrustworthy, will not speak about your behavior.”
    “What do
you get in return?”
    “Let me
explain. Over the past month, I took a submissive to a few parties and a BDSM
club and then stopped calling her. She apparently has become…fixated on me, and
nothing I've said has deterred her. She feels that since I haven't taken on
anyone else, it's just a matter of time before I return to her. I think if I
appear to be in a relationship, she will give up and move on.”
    Mac stared
at him in disbelief. Rich, handsome, exuding a power that
should have women buzzing around him like flies. “You want a
girlfriend?”
    His deep
laugh went through her skin and squeezed her chest. “Absolutely
not. I want the appearance of
a girlfriend. A submissive lover, to be exact.”
    “Me?”
    He nodded.
“Perhaps we can solve our problems together in this way.”
    “No
way.” She shook her head. What a
horrifying thought.
    “You have
an interest in BDSM.”
    “No, I
don't,” she said automatically.
    His brows
drew together, and his blue eyes darkened as if a rain cloud crossed the sky. “ MacKensie , the first thing a sub learns is not to lie to
her Dom.”
    “I'm not
your sub.” Just the thought sent chills through her. She'd seen the way the Doms in the clubs treated their subs, handling them as if
the subs had no say over their bodies. She shivered. This man would be no
different. Yet she could still feel his arms around her, how he'd held her
against him.
    “The
thought of being my sub appears to frighten you,” he murmured, “as well as
arouse you.”
    “Right,”
she said sarcastically. Like she even knew what arousal felt like? Sex was
always for the guy, not the girl. She scowled when his gaze dropped to her
chest. “That's not true.”
    “You may
not want to acknowledge it, but your body is interested. And
aroused.” As if aiming a pistol, he pointed a finger at her chest.
    She
glanced down at her tits and frowned. Under her thin bra and T-shirt, her
nipples blatantly poked out. Aroused? Me? And yet her body did feel different, as if her skin had become more sensitive
all over. This is just not happening .
“I'm not going to have—to fuck you. Forget it.”
    He leaned
back in his chair and took a sip of wine, reining in his overpowering presence
and giving her a chance to breathe. “Ah. You're uncomfortable with the idea of
sex. Perhaps we can work around that. What if”—he smiled slightly—“no fucking
were involved?”
    “Let me
get this straight. I'd follow you around, looking all wussy—with no sex—and
you'd let me live here for the next two weeks and wouldn't destroy my
reputation.”
    One
eyebrow tilted up. “Nicely put. However, I'd expect true submission from you, MacKensie .” He rested his forearms on his thighs and pinned
her with a stare. “That's quite different from being wussy. That's giving
control to me—control over everything for certain occasions.”
    The room
felt awfully hot, and her heart raced as if she'd run laps for an hour. “What
occasions?”
    “When
at my club. At any party I take you to. Whenever
we're with my friends.”
    Not all
the time, then. Could she let him boss her around for two or three hours? With
sex out of the picture, this might be doable. A trickle of hope eased the
tightness of her stomach. But all that control. She tried to remember what had
happened in the BDSM clubs. Oh frak . “No whipping or any of that stuff, right?”
    He leaned
back. “I have a list we'll go through together. But I will expect you to bend
over backward to please me, so unless there's something on it that is past your
endurance…”
    With a
mighty yawn, Butler stood up and