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begging him to put her in bondage again and he gladly did so. On Wednesday, he wove the rope around the lower part of her body. It was during that hypnotic time that he was binding her, that she began to imagine their future. They could work together as a team: he’d take the pictures and she’dmodel. Then at night, he could tie her up and have his wicked way with her.
    She’d even call him
Sir.
    It was so perfect. So right. Together they’d be unstoppable. They’d be on top of the world. Heck, they’d
own
the world.
    â€œWhy are you smiling so big?” he asked at one point.
    But she wasn’t ready to share her dream just yet. It seemed too soon and she didn’t want to freak him out. Maybe in a month or two. Or six. When they’d been together for long enough that he’d see how good they were together. How much better they would become. Then they’d talk and he’d agree how perfect they were, and then they’d be together forever.
    She got giddy just thinking about how wonderful it was all going to be.
    â€œNothing,” she answered. “Just happy.”
    â€œMe, too,” he said, and her heart soared because it sounded as if he was already well on the way to seeing how good they were going to be.
    â€œKiss me,” she whispered, needing to feel him.
    He pulled her close and gave her one of those kisses that made her entire body feel electric. She wondered idly if any of the crew at their next photo shoot would be able to tell they were together.
    â€œDo you have another job lined up?” she asked when he pulled back.
    He resumed working the rope around her left ankle. “I have a few meetings set up later this week that I can’t blow off. Do you have anything?”
    â€œNo.” She didn’t, but she knew the pictures from their shoot were going to be fantastic. It was only a matter of time before people came knocking on her door. She just had to be patient.
    She looked down and caught Luke staring at her. He leaned down and nibbled on the inside of her ankle bone.
Gah. That felt good.
She sucked in a breath and leaned her head back.
    She had no problem being patient. No, not at all. Not with Luke here to distract her.
    She finally made it back to her apartment on Thursday. Tessa laughed and shook her head when Meagan headed straight to the bathroom for a long, hot soak in the tub.
    When he didn’t call that weekend, she told herself it was because he had all those meetings he’d brought up. And she knew how those could be. Get a bunch of creative people together in a room with a bunch of number crunchers and nothing was getting done anytime soon.
    He’d call soon, though. She felt certain.
    On the following Monday night, she called her answering machine herself, just to make sure it was working. He had to be really busy, right? It was getting harder and harder to believe.
    She was torn when Friday night came and Tessa invited her to a club. She didn’t want to go out. What if he called while she was gone? So she told Tessa that Luke came down with the flu and she was staying home.
    When Tessa gave her that
I can see what you’re doing
look, Meagan explained that she couldn’t go out because her throat was scratchy and it wouldn’t be very responsible of her to spread germs around all of Manhattan, would it?
    Either Tessa couldn’t come up with a counterargument, or she saw the truth and didn’t want to push. She gave Meagan a hug, told her not to wait up, and left.
    As soon as she was gone, Meagan raided the freezer and downed an entire pint of chocolate chip cookie dough. Through her tears, she thought back to their time together, trying tofigure out what she’d done wrong. She couldn’t think of anything. Everything had been so wonderful. So fulfilling. And she hadn’t done anything stupid like talk about the future.
    All she could come up with was that he wanted someone with more