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least she wouldn't have to fake it.
    The newcomer ordered a waiter to remove the other place setting before he even took his seat. "It's just the three of us," he said. He had an accent, definitely European, but Elle couldn't place it. Hell, she'd never talked to someone with an accent apart from the guy who answered the phone at her local Chinese takeout restaurant.
    "Gustav Black." He took her hand in his and brushed his lips against it. "You are delightful," he said. "So innocent looking," he murmured so that only she could hear.
    Elle's eyes went wide, and her heart sped up. He knew what she was. She tried to calm herself. So what if he did? She wasn't just willing to submit, she wanted to. Needed to bury the memory of Cunningham … and what a fun way to do it.
    To hide her smile, she sipped the white wine that Karl had chosen.
    Gustav shifted gears and began talking about a tissue ad campaign. The men led the conversation, often asking Elle to explain why she thought a particular ad did or didn't work. Karl used his tablet to show her posters. Elle recognized some of them as being from her office.  
    "Enough work talk," Gustav said abruptly.
    Karl nodded and stowed his tablet. Elle had the impression he was a bit of a workaholic. The waiter uncorked another bottle of wine, and Elle blinked. Had they finished one already? The appetizers hadn't even arrived yet. She set down her almost-empty glass.
    "The remote, please," Gustav said, and Karl slid Cunningham's mystery box across the white tablecloth. Elle watched as Gustav pulled off the top, took out a small, oblong thing and tossed the box to the side as if he were in a dive and not one of the nicest restaurants in the country. He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming. "Elle, we're going to play a game. I'm going to ask you a question, and you'll answer it."
    "Ok," Elle said. She didn't see how that was a game. She picked up her glass. "Sure."  
    "Do you have a boyfriend?"
    Elle almost choked on her wine. "I … um … not really. No."  
    Karl laughed and tilted toward her. "That must be difficult."
    With a smile, Gustav also leaned toward her. "What do you do to get off? When your pussy needs company?" Even though his accent softened the direct words, Elle still blushed a thousand shades of red.
    "I … um …" She stared at her napkin.
    "Maybe this can help get you in the right frame of mind," Gustav said. His fingers closed on the oblong object that Cunningham had sent, and a vibration roared to life between Elle's legs, stimulating her clit, her lips, and the first inch of her quivering entrance.
    She gasped, her hand hitting the table and sending her butter knife onto the floor. The vibration stopped, and Elle fought to catch her breath. After the foreplay of Cunningham's spanking, she needed release. Badly.
    Gustav placed the object—the remote control—on the table. He laced his fingers together. "Shall I repeat the question?"
    "Y-yes, please," Elle stammered. A solemn waiter ushered away the fallen silverware.
    The corners of Gustav's mouth curved. "I can tell by the way you hold yourself that you are a woman of considerable appetite. How do you satisfy your sexual urges?"
    "I, um, well." Elle took a deep breath, but she couldn't make herself go on.
    Gustav's fingers moved to the remote, and he switched it on again, this time at a much lower speed. He left it on.
    Elle angled her hips down and spread her knees, trying to use the chair to bring the vibrator closer against her clit. When she glanced down, she saw that her peaked nipples strained against the dress's silky fabric, the nipple shields making them even more prominent than they would normally be. She would have to remember to feel humiliated later, when a delicious orgasm wasn't just a hair's breadth out of her grasp.
    Karl took Elle's hands in his and squeezed them. There was so much restrained power in him, and when she met his green eyes, she was caught off guard by the burning lust that heated his