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bearing a bottle of white wine and two glasses. She placed the tray on the
desk and poured a glass, before starting to pour a second.
    “Sorry, I’m driving…” Stacie began, holding out a hand
to stop the young woman, who glanced at Angel in enquiry.
    “Trust me, it will relax you. Just make it half a glass
for Miss Clifford,” she said to the receptionist, who nodded and obeyed before
leaving the room quietly. “How did you find out about Desires?” Angel asked,
folding her arms over the clipboard.
    “I was clearing out some of my ex-husband’s stuff and I
saw an advert in one of his magazines.”
    “You were shocked, right?”
    Stacie nodded. “Very much so. It was a, you know, one of those magazines.” Her face felt so
hot she was amazed it wasn't setting off the fire alarm. “I only looked through
out of curiosity. I’d never seen anything like that before.”
    “And you saw our advert.”
    “Yes.”
    “So what made you decide to make contact?”
    “I was intrigued. I kept the advert in my underwear
drawer for months. I kept taking it out and looking at it, then losing my nerve
and putting it back.”
    “What changed?”
    “Well, I guess I thought I needed a little fun back in
my life.”
    “But you’re still not sure, are you, Stacie?” Angel’s
eyes were keen and all-seeing. Stacie gave a tiny shake of her head. “Why not?”
    “I just don’t know if this is the right kind of fun for
me,” Stacie answered, deciding to be blunt. “No offence, but it’s all a
bit…well…icky.”
    “I see.” Angel smiled. “Well, only you can decide on whether
Desires is right for you. You’re right. It’s not for everyone. But you’ve told
me what you are looking for and, if you decide to stay with us, we will make
sure you receive it. You need confidence. I can clearly see that by the way you
are dressed.”
    Offended, Stacie glanced down at her work suit, seeing
nothing wrong with it. “What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”
    “You’re covering up all your best assets. Your blouse is
almost around your neck, your skirt is far too long and I bet you are wearing
tights rather than stockings.”
    Stacie’s eyebrows shot up. How did she know?
    “So,” Angel continued without a break, “tell me a little
about yourself, your personal life and the last time you had sex, as well as
your turn-on points.”
    Sex. Even the word scared Stacie. She needed to answer
Angel’s questions but her mind had gone blank. Maybe I should just leave. Just stand up and walk out. That’s the easy
option. But if I give up now, that’s one more thing I’ve failed at. I have to
do something.
    Stacie gathered the courage to answer Angel’s questions.
“I work for a fashion magazine. I’ve worked there since leaving college. I was
married to a violent monster who drank himself stupid, and demanded sex. He
also hit me till I was black and blue. I have no children, thank goodness, and
no friends. I live for my work. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. The
last time I had sex was with the monster. What turns me on? I have no idea.” There, that should shut her up .
    Angel didn’t miss a beat. “You must have some idea what
turns you on.” Stacie stared at Angel, full of puzzlement. Angel leaned back in
her leather chair and played with her pen.
    “Do you like your breasts played with or do you like the
man to dive straight into your knickers?” Angel gave as an example, staring at
Stacie.
    Stacie glared back at Angel’s abruptness. “First I have
to get to know him.”
    “Good point, so you like…what, chat?”
    “I guess…No…yes…I like to get to know him before…you
know.”
    “So you’re not a quickie girl?”
    “God, no…I like romance with a meal, dim atmospheric lighting,
a bit of flirting and sweet talking.” Stacie’s eyes misted at the fantasy
before Angel’s sharp voice interrupted.
    “You like a bore, then?”
    “No…I like chitchat. I am not the kind of girl to open
my