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made the biggest fool of herself with no rock to crawl under.
    She wasn’t good enough for Chase Miller. The first tear splashed on her cheek and she ran for the exit.

Chapter Two

    Chase sat heavily in his desk chair and scrubbed his face with his hands. Dear God save him. The woman he’d allowed Murphy to hire for reception pushed every single button he possessed. From the first minute he’d laid eyes on her, he wanted her gone. So much so she’d become his obsession. A fact getting harder and harder to hide.
    He thought of her day and night. Startling blue eyes that watched him with unadulterated lust every time he walked in the room. Gorgeous red hair down to her ass and what an ass it was. He itched to bend her over his bench and spank it.
    But it was her skin that mesmerized him. Pale and covered in freckles. Chase wanted to play connect the dots with his tongue and discover if every inch of her was covered by the sexy little spots. His imagination got the best of him when he thought endlessly of striping her ass and legs after he’d tied her up, of course.
    There were various scenarios of predicament bondage he’d dreamed up for her. The kind of scene where the slightest movement became impossible and likely painful. The inner sadist in him smiled. She’d look sexy as hell tied in his ropes with Murphy on one side and him on the other. His cock twitched at the thought.
    The photo shoot had wound him up and Eve’s offer was enough to make him forget her innocence. He’d spotted her submissive needs on day one, but no way in hell did she have the kind of knowledge and experience he needed in a girl. Oh but the temptation unnerved him. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have the patience to teach her. To guide her through her submission and into the role as his personal submissive.
    The door opened roughly and Murphy strode in. “What the hell happened with Eve?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “She just ran out of the office and I could have sworn I saw tears.” He dropped onto the couch across the room and turned that suspicious gaze his way.
    “She volunteered for the latest Smith commission.” Chase picked up the form he’d printed and handed it over to Murphy. A minute later a long, low whistle sounded from his friend.
    “Damn.”
    “Yeah, exactly.” Chase leaned his chair to a near-reclining position and brushed the hair from his face. He was about three weeks past due for a haircut and it wouldn’t stay out of his eyes.
    “Did she have any idea what she was asking for?”
    “Probably not. She’s asked a lot of questions since she arrived and we’ve both been completely honest with the extent of what we do here, but I doubt our little submissive wannabe has any real clue of what she’d be getting herself into.”
    “Not to mention you’ve got the worst hard-on for her.”
    Chase looked sharply at his friend. “Fuck you, man. I’ve seen you staring at her rack every chance you get. You’re lucky she hasn’t called sexual harassment on your ass.”
    “Me? Please. I’m not the one on the verge of biting her head off because you want in her pants so bad you can’t think straight half the time.” Murphy pulled himself from the couch and paced the length of the room. “I say we give her a chance. Show her the contract. If that doesn’t scare her off, then maybe you’re wrong about her.”
    “Easy for you to say. You just fucked your brains out.”
    “You know I can’t resist a woman who begs. And she’d have been happy to service you as well. Jennifer is a sweet little professional subbie.”
    Chase tried to shake the images his camera captured today. A photographer was the ultimate voyeur and while he knew how to maintain control, this long dry spell he’d put himself through had begun to take its toll. It was time to head to the club and begin a new search. Someone there would surely make him stop thinking about a certain bewitching little receptionist who dared him to take her with a