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space between them. “Please, call me Cali, and I believe what I want is obvious.” She met his gaze and refused to cower. “I answered all of the questions Mr. Mathews asked in my screening interviews. Is there still more?” Please, please don’t let them reject her now. Not after she finally had the courage to do this.
    “I have a few more,” he replied. “What specifically are you looking to get out of The Den?”
    “Sex,” she boldly stated, proud of her ability to answer without blushing.
    “What kind of sex, Cali?” He said her name in a low, taunting way that made her stomach clench and her throat dry. Not to mention the rush of desire that pooled between her thighs.
    She crossed her legs, lifted her chin and refused to turn away from his hard, calculating gaze. “The kind that makes me come.”
    Again, a small quirk of a smile curled over his lips before it flattened once more. Gone as fast as it came. He leaned back in the chair and crossed an ankle over the other knee. His dark hair was long, but not so much as to be classified as unkempt. It brushed across his forehead and curled slightly on the ends. Cali imagined it would be the perfect length for gripping when she came.
    That thought had her squirming, just slightly, against the soft leather of the love seat. His eyes, a clear gray that was both pure and sinister when paired with his dark hair and bronzed skin, flickered as he registered her movement. Apparently, nothing got by the man.
    “There are all kinds of sex that can make you come, Cali.” Again, with the purr of her name. “Can you be more specific? At The Den, we cater to a wide range of lifestyle choices. Where, exactly, do yours lie?”
    This time, she had to look away. It had been so long since she’d talked openly about sex, it was incredibly hard for her to trust anyone with her desires.
    “Cali, look at me.” His voice was low and commanding. He waited until she complied. “There’s no wrong answer here. No judgment either. You obviously came to The Den for a reason. It’s my job to see that you get what you want. I can’t do that if you’re not honest with me.”
    He was right. Of course, he was right. But that didn’t make it any easier for her to talk about it.
    Inhaling slowly, she stared at her hands and gathered her courage. “Honestly...” she began.
    “Look at me,” he demanded again, his voice stronger, more insistent.
    She immediately responded, her body tingling in a rush of shivers. Why?
    “Now, continue. And don’t look away again.”
    Was she doing something wrong already? But she didn’t even know what to do. “Yes—” she paused then continued, based on instinct. “Sir. If you want honesty, then I have to say I don’t know what I want. I only know what I long for.”
    “And that is?”
    Her heart raced. It was the moment of truth. Time for her to admit her desires out loud and hope he didn’t laugh. “For someone to take control. To know intuitively what I want, sexually. To drive me crazy without me needing to direct the person. I want a man who will take me to the edge, make me beg for more until I don’t think I can take any more, and then give me more.” The loud drum of her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
    “Are you a submissive?”
    “In my real life, no.” She tilted her head and assessed him for a moment, keeping her gaze on his as he’d directed. “Here, I think so.”
    “Would you like to explore that?”
    Would she? “Yes, since giving up control is part of what I just defined.” She thought for a moment before quickly adding, “But I don’t want porn BDSM.”
    He raised one dark eyebrow. “Explain.”
    This time, it was incredibly hard to hold his gaze. That penetrating, mesmerizing gaze. “I researched before I came here. The internet is a wealth of information and I know a lot of it is staged and exaggerated. However, there are things I watched that didn’t appeal to me at all.”
    “Such as?”
    She swallowed