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strolled
around the room, fingering the restraints and running her hands across each
whip. It’s like a submissive’s dream.
    “Like what you see?”
    Whirling around, Harriet squealed
as she came face to face with a glistening chest. “Oh shit.” A smirk came
across his face as she remained rooted to the spot,
taking in every inch of his tanned chest all the way down to the towel clasped
in one hand around his hips. Blinking, she brought her gaze back up to his
face. “I-I’m really sorry. I got lost. E-Elaine was showing us around and I…”
she trailed off as his grin expanded.
    “You’re Harriet then.”
    “Yes, sir.” Her hand flew to her mouth as
his smile widened. Where had that come from? “Shit, I mean, yes that’s me.”
    “Jonathan Wright.” He extended a hand.
“Say, you’re not Harriet Green, are you?”
    She took his hand, the warmth of
his palm prickling through her skin. They were rough, as if he used his hands a
lot. God knows, what for. He was rich enough not to have to use his hands for
anything ever again. They would feel bloody amazing against her arse…
    Her cheeks flamed as she shifted
on her feet. “Yes, that’s me.”
    “Elaine didn’t say,” he mused.
“You went to the all-girls school right? We hosted hockey matches for your
school at my college. You can’t have been more than
fifteen but, fuck, all the guys couldn’t stop talking about you. You were one
hot teenager.”
    “Oh…Oh thank you.”
    “You’re even hotter now.”
    Harriet stared at her feet as her
stomach fluttered. “Oh, thank you,” she whispered again.
    “Will you give me a moment to
chuck something on? I’d love to catch up.”
    “Y-Yes, of
course.”
    Snatching some clothes from a
drawer, Harriet sighed as she watched him retreat to the en-suite bathroom.
Fuck, even his back was gorgeous. All rolling muscles and
sleek skin. And he thinks I’m hot.
    Harriet waited, still standing by
the collection of whips. She glanced at them and edged away. Jonathan hadn’t shown the slightest bit of embarrassment at her
seeing all this stuff. Staring at the restraints, she wondered how many women
he had brought up here. Her pussy twitched as she pictured herself up there,
naked and exposed. A shiver ran through her as she imagined his strong hands
bringing a flogger across her trembling skin.
    Jonathan strolled casually out of
the bathroom and Harriet’s throat constricted. A tight t-shirt stretched across
his chest and he wore loose jogging bottoms again but they still hugged his
arse. He pulled open a door in the nearest chest and drew out a bottle of
champagne and two glasses.
    “I know it’s midday,” he said with a grin, “but I’d like celebrate meeting you again.” He
popped the cork and poured the champagne. “I must confess you haunted many of
my dreams when I was in college.”
    Harriet flushed and took the
champagne, taking a quick gulp to cover her embarrassment. “I’m afraid I don’t
remember you.”
    Jonathan laughed. “That doesn’t
surprise me. I was a geek.”
    “No!” She couldn’t imagine this gorgeous, confident man had a geeky bone in his body.
    “Unfortunately, yes.” He
considered her for a moment as he took a sip of champagne. “What brings you
back to Hartslow ? Last I heard , you had moved to the city.”
    “Divorce,” she said simply.
    He motioned to the chairs and
pulled one back for her. Lowering herself into the chair, she watched as he sat
with ease.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be. He was an arsehole.”
    He chuckled. “Actually, I’m not
sorry, especially if he was an arsehole. If he lost you then he must have been
an idiot. I wouldn’t let you go so easily, Harriet.”
    Harriet spluttered and dropped
her glass onto the cabinet beside her. “T-Thanks.” She
shifted in her chair as he eyed her intensely. One part of her wanted to shrink
back from him while the other wanted to throw herself at his feet. “Well, it
was very nice to meet you but Mum